Piston Cup

Found a great bike trailer on craigslist.  

 It was on my want list forever, 

and it is fantastic.  

I LOVE riding the beach cruiser with the boys, 

especially now the Q can ride with me.

This morning Q and I are riding home from the Y and he shouts over

"Race you home Mom!"

"Ok" I shout back 

(internally trying to suppress my competitive nature)

Then he ups the stakes....

"whoever wins gets the Piston Cup!"

(Cars reference)

Doesn't he realize his mother is EXTREMELY...to a fault competitive......

I start to pedal faster....

I love a good challenge...besides he was so far ahead I had no chance.

I look over at him as he puts his head down,

 intently focused on pedaling as fast as possible

He is so driven...

I am challenged by the race but more by the question running in my mind...

How do we guide his drive?

He beams as he pulls into the driveway ahead of me.

I graciously concede.

Losing the Piston Cup was rough, but

deep down I am proud of his desire to win

{Grin}