May 7, 2011. The day before Mother's Day.
The Breast Cancer Walk is one of my favorite events of the year. There is just something so poignant about joining thousands of people in a cause, knowing that every one of them is walking for someone they love. I walked for my mother. My dad walked for his wife. My little boys walked (well rode in the stroller) for their grandmother. Almost every person at the race had a sign on their back reading either "In Memory of..." or "In Celebration of..." My heart ached for those who were walking in memory of someone they loved who had lost the battle with the monster called cancer. I could imagine the fierce desire they had to help conquer this foe that had stolen the one they loved. And my heart soared every time I read a sign that began "In celebration of.."I couldn't help the tears that came to my eyes on and off as I celebrated the fact that my own dear mother was still walking next to me.
Mothers hold such a special place in our hearts. Well, women do. Whether it is a mother, sister, daughter or friend. We cherish our women in this world. Women care for, nourish, and love us. And in turn, I think that we each have this desire to care for, protect, and love the women in our lives. I think that is part of the reason why breast cancer strikes a cord so deep in our hearts. Because breast cancer affects our women.
I wish I would have gotten some pictures of all the fun people who walk in groups for the ones they love. There are always so many crazy pink wigs, tutus, hilarious t-shirts, darling decked out kiddos... I love it! My mom and I saw a bunch of little girls with bright pink boas, necklaces, bows, and tutus and wished we had a few to array in pink finery, too!
Mom walked in the survivors parade. I think that is my favorite part. Watching all these beautiful women proudly wearing their pink survivors t-shirts, laughing and smiling... looking like the conquerors they are!
After the parade, the women all stand on the stairs at the Gateway above the Olympic fountain during a short program. Isn't my mom so beautiful? I love this picture. She looks so happy waving to us.
Dad, my little boys, and I were practically on the front row. It was so fun. Jack had a fever, but he was a champ with a little tylenol on board and Papa to hold him.
My beautiful mother and I. I really wish my brother and sisters could have had this experience with us. It was so special!
My dad hates crowds and cities, but even he loves this walk. We were sitting together waiting for the survivors parade to start with a band playing golden oldies and "rockin" out with my baby boys. My dad looked over at me and said, "This is really fun, isn't it?" And I knew he wasn't just talking about the band. It was really fun. I would NEVER wish anyone to have breast cancer, least of all my mother. But being a part of the fight against this terrible disease and celebrating a victory over it is an experience I would never trade. We love you dearly Mom.
