The most important triathlon

My husband and I went to a party last week, one where the guests are asked to make up a poem to go with a theme. This year's theme was the Olympics--If you could choose your Olympic event, real or fake, what would it be? 

Triathlon, of course, was the sport we chose. However, there's a twist: I've always thought my real triathlon was the one I participate in each day--raising three daughters!

There's this triathlon (for fun) . . .

. . . And then there's this triathlon (the most important one)

                                                         

 
Here is our poem:

Triathlon is our Olympic sport

But not the tri of the usual sort

This one’s not a swim, bike, run

It’s raising daughters 3, 2 & 1

With the first one’s birth we were swimming upstream

Desperate to get our baby to dream

Then along came our 2^nd daughter

And we had to pedal even harder

To keep up with a toddler and infant

Required Hammer Gels and Infinit

And just when we were up to speed

Along came daughter #3

Which required us to run even faster

To escape from imminent disaster

11 years of training done

And mostly it’s been lots of fun

While raising daughters we’ve grown old

In our quest for parenting gold

But we have 3 great girls who are so much fun

This is one event we know we’ve won.