My kids have been running me ragged lately. I’m finding it hard to get to my blog as I am faced with a constant, whining barrage of mommy referee duties. “mommy, he LOOKED at my legos! Mommy, he hit me!” and don’t forget the simply ridiculous preschool drama “mommyyyy why did the fed ex man bring the neighbors a package and not mee waaahhhh”. I’m not even kidding on that last one, it happened yesterday.
Yes, my kids have been pushing me to near hair pulling (my own) levels, yet I am so thankful for two healthy, ridiculously rambunctious little boys. Such beautiful, amazing blessings, I can’t imagine my life without them. Quieter, maybe, but certainly less exciting and not nearly as full of love.
I find myself doing more and more housework lately, only to turn around and find it has been undone as quickly as I can do it. Not always on purpose (like the epic game of “dump the entire toy bin on the floor at once while yelling ‘avalanche!’), but often a preschooler who wants to pick out his own clothes and inadvertently throws all of the clean clothes on the floor while digging to the bottom of the pile for the perfect pair of Lightning McQueen underpants. Or the toddler who is following close behind me with the toy broom, spreading out all of the dirt and crumbs I’m trying to sweep up. And let’s not forget the constant dishes for the constant food I am constantly preparing. The boys seem to be going through simultaneous growth spurts, and it’s all I can do to feed myself before some sticky little fingers are reaching towards my plate trying to steal a bite.
But I am so thankful for the chaos in the house that I’m constantly trying to prevent the “tornado just passed through” look in, for it means I have a roof over my head, warm clothes for our bodies, and toys for my kids to play with. I’m thankful for the constant kitchen work, because it means we have food for our nourishment, and my boys are healthy and growing.
This morning I woke up early (5:45 am) to put in 7 miles. 7 miles to reach 100 running miles for the month. My little blessings also decided to wake up early, demand waffles (with those adorable puppy eyes) and totally put a damper on my plans. Such is the life of a running mother.
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Because no workout is ever as simple as just finding the time. It’s about finding the time, and motivation…and making sure it coordinates with the three important men in my life. And that makes me appreciate my workout time so much more. I’m thankful for that. Sure I could probably be better, faster, stronger if I had more training time without kids. But who would greet me when I came home, asking “didjya have a fast run momma?” Certainly not my cats. Besides, scheduling long runs around work alone would be way too easy.
Being a running mom makes me appreciate my body. I am thankful that the trauma that is growing two big babies and then birthing them did not destroy me physically forever. Yeah, yeah, it’s “natural” and what my body was “created to do”…that doesn’t mean it was easy. It occurred to me the other night that in the course of 2.5 years, i gained and lost 110 lbs. Granted I am no biggest loser success story, just another mom producing offspring…but looking back at pictures it’s amazing to me that not only did my stomach not burst open (in true Hollywood “Alien” fashion), nor my back completely snap in half or knees give out from carrying the weight of that stomach. Or more realistically, a slew of other more common complications, maybe not so uhh, graphic, but certainly hindering.
4 years, 2 babies, 4 marathons, 8 half marathons, 2 triathlons, and countless shorter distances later, I am SO thankful for this body of mine. Stretch marks, extra stomach skin and all. It totally rocks.
I’m thankful for so, so many things I could go on and on. I’m thankful for my friends, for my family, for the chance to continue my education. For this blog and the people who take the time to read it. For the Honey Stingers that didn’t upset my stomach this weekend. For my shoes I love. For the 75 degree weather during the middle of November. For this trail , right behind my house, that we just discovered today and never knew it was there…
There are so many things to be thankful for, each and every day, not just during the holidays. So the next time you are running down the street and your toddler pegs his brother/sister/the dog in the head with his or her sippy cup, be thankful. Life is so, so good!