Heroes sometimes come in surprising forms

As you know, much of my weekend was spent traveling. 5 hours in the car Saturday, 5 hours in the car Sunday. And in between, I watched my sons race motocross. I had bad dreams Friday night (I always get nervous when they race) and had an overall bad feeling on Saturday. I just felt like one of them was going to be hurt. Needless to say, my nerves were shot.

My youngest son, who is 13, crashed in his first race, sending my heart pounding, but he got up quickly and continued. The two oldest, 15 and 17, almost always race in the same class, and they are pretty competitive. During their first race, a boy went down and had to be taken away in an ambulance. Luckily, it was a leg injury, not a broken neck or anything like that. Nerves got worse.

In their 2nd race, I was filming with the camcorder from the balcony so I had a very good view. At one point, the 15 year old crashed and got pinned beneath his bike (I was meant to have the view I did because I could tell he was ok, just couldn't get out from under it). The 17 year old came upon him and could have gone right on by, to place in the race. However, with no hesitation, my oldest son jumped off of his bike, ran over and helped his brother up, then hopped back on his bike to finish the race.

I hope the video turned out ok, because as that was happening, tears were streaming down my face. They are again as I write this. I had never really thought that my oldest son (at least at this early age) could be my hero. But he is. As a mother, my heart swelled with such pride, that he would unthinkingly do such a selfless act.

As parents, we are often proud of our children. This was my biggest moment so far. I know I am rambling a bit... but I just wanted to share it with you. I hope we can all find the magic in every day.