We Do Celebrate. All of Us.

All photos on this blog are courtesy of a Nikon D3100 camera that has been gifted to the FullPlateFamily.  I have always used a Nikon camera, but never properly.  Thanks to some really great upgrades and some proper instruction, my pictures are so much more crisp and I can capture my baby’s faces so much better, before they are no longer babies.  
He did it!  And, he did it better than we expected.  He was seeded to come in 6th in his race.  

He came in THIRD. 


He was humble, he was modest, but he was SO proud when his dad hung that medal around his neck.

I am so proud.  

Swimming is a sport that tends to be white, and tends to attract only children of higher incomes.  In other words, it tends to be elitist.  Here’s a boy who couldn’t swim AT ALL two summers ago.  He was just learning how to float.  He wanted this, so he did it.  That amazes me.  

The local winter swim clubs were hanging around to talk to summer coaches about recruiting children for their teams.  We burned our way through three winter swim clubs before we adopted the little boy pictured above.  No one on the team looked like our kids do.  His brothers hated how snobby the other kids were.  When we added child six and seven to our family, I did the only thing that felt right at the time.

I became their coach.  

I took them all to the local indoor pool once a week for 90 minutes.  We all worked so hard on starts, turns and technique.  The kids who couldn’t never felt stupid for not being able to swim.  They learned in a safe environment with their brothers and sisters cheering them on.  

They came back the following summer with some vastly improved skills.  Their wonderful, not elitist, summer coaches worked so hard with them.  We did the same thing this past winter.  They all came back this summer with even more skills and an even bigger drive to win.  And win they did.  

ShyGuy’s brothers and sisters, who won nothing themselves, well, not this time anyway, yet they all spent all day celebrating their brother and this enormous achievement.  There were some questions about why they didn’t get a ribbon, but mostly, they were so excited to celebrate their brother’s moment.  

We went out to dinner to celebrate, but not just him.  We made it clear we were celebrating all of them, because they all worked so hard.  When we got in the car, I asked ShyGuy if he was still wearing his medal.  He said no.  He had modestly tucked it away.  I told him that on marathon days FPD wears his medal ALL DAY and that he should too.  Every child in the car cheered him on as he ran into the house to get it.  


They continued to celebrate as we took everyone out to dinner to celebrate all their hard work all season long.  



The girls were happy too.



All of them.  



Then we went out for ice cream, which Giganto thought was just about as awesome as winning a medal.  

–FullPlateMom,
who knows sibling rivalry exists, just not so much around here.  

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