Some days I’m tired. Some days I’m really tired. Even when I haven’t left the house, it feels like I’ve been running in a very long race. Welcome to Parenthood.
I have a confession to make. I am a closet Amazing Race fan. I like watching people in difficult situations, being pushed to their limits. I like to know where people ‘draw the line’ and say ‘that’s it- I give up.’ Maybe I’m sadistic. Maybe I took psychology in university.
The more I watch the show, the more I feel it mimics my life. My teammate is Jason. He’s got my back. He’s always there to give me a hug at the end of a rough day. No matter how hectic our schedule gets, he’s supportive.
Route Markers tell us where we need to go. We find these in the opportunities to increase awareness, to raise funds, and to motivate others.
Detours make us work together as a team. Every Spring, we rally our team Zoom Zoom to raise funds for the Great Strides Walk. We’ve raised over $150,000 in the past 5 years. I think we make a darn good team.
Roadblocks. We never know when they’ll show up, but they’re inevitable. They usually creep into our lives in the form of drippy noses and a proportional decline in good behaviour. During these roadblocks, the task is to complete 4 hours of chest therapy, 12 hours of sleepless coughing nights, and 8 hours of nose-wiping each day. For a week. If conditions don’t improve, we’re hit with a U-Turn. Go back to clinic, get a prescription for new medications, and try again.
In the good times, we’re given an Express Pass. Keep on your current course, and it’s smooth sailing to the Pit Stop.
Jason and I have a common goal: to be the first one to arrive at the last Pit Stop of the race. To win the race, and find a cure for cystic fibrosis. There’s no prize money at the end of our race. There’s no fame. But there’s something better. There’s hope for our daughter, for our friends, and for the thousands of strangers out there living with cystic fibrosis.