Wow...I was just looking at my sons feet in his hospital bed this morning and marveling at just how big they have gotten lately. How quickly life is flying by...how fast he is growing up. Then I started looking at my feet.
The feet of a mother.
So completely different. My feet walk with a much different purpose then my sons. They walk to my children when they call my name. They walk around the grocery store picking out food to nourish my family. They walk to stay in shape. So different then why his feet walk. His feet walk for joy. For fun. They walk to collect candy on a Halloween evening. They walk to hug and kiss their families. They walk solely to live. To be present where there hearts are drawn to at that exact moment in time.
As a mom my feet walk with a very determined purpose. To heal. To love. To cherish. They walk to give hope for a future without cystic fibrosis. They live to carry me from each space where I can share my sons struggle and bring awareness to the most common genetic disease in the us. They walk with a purpose. They don't take much time off. They don't get put up to rest as much as they should. But they are what keeps me going. They carry me to my purpose. and tomorrow they will carry me thru 3 miles in hopes that others won't have to take those same steps with their loved ones. They walk for a cure. Tomorrow they walk for cystic fibrosis. The most powerful 15,000 steps they take each year.
The steps that mean more than anything in my life.
They walk for my son.
For your son. Your daughter. You.
They walk for 29,999 others...most of which are strangers my feet will never step close to.
But still so important to them. To me.
So tomorrow at 10am these feet will resume their purpose. Their determination . Their mission. Their dream. Their greatest hope. Their greatest fear.
Join us.
To everyone they're just feet....something to be covered with socks and given the occasional coat of nail polish. but to me...they're my greatest asset and my greatest treasure. because they carry me to just where I want to be. 3 miles of pure adreneline and pure bliss. And then they will carry me to my bed tomorrow night to rest my head, relaxing and knowing that with each step I took one of your kiddos, or you yourself were in my thoughts. Pictures of them floating in my head. Praying that maybe this is the last year I'll have to take those steps, but fully prepared to do it again next year and the next year if need be. They walk for your pain. They walk for my pain.
They walk for you...
