August 18, 2010
Yes. I know. This has been a long series of torture with my description of a four-day trip. I believe everyone deserves their moment when it comes to supporting me. Not to leave anyone out, I want to mention my kids.
The Kids: As we were leaving Thursday evening, our kids were perched on their bikes preparing to ride to my brother and SIL’s house to hang for a couple of days. (thanks guys!) They both hugged us and said, “Have a good time.” “Good luck Mom!” and “Be careful.” (inside joke with the 4 of us) Then they rode off. I turned to the hubs with tears in my eyes and said, “Why can’t our kids be jerks? Then I would want to leave them behind!” No such luck.
Either our kids are super easy, or we are super parents. I think it’s a little bit of both. (probably that I’m a fantastic mom more than anything. shameless plug. no comments necessary)
They sent texts and called throughout the trip.
They also ran their own race on Saturday morning. Each placing in their age group:
Our hometown celebration includes a 5k & 2-mile run/walk. Our children participated with SisterRunner who ran a PR! Go Girl!
After the race I received this text from SisterRunner:
“Ur kids were great! So polite! And they did GREAT today! Turned the last 3 blocks and saw them waiting for me at the finish in their matching blue run shirts. So cute.”
I love when others see our children exactly as we do. It is the best compliment as a parent – at least for me.
I love that they ran. But. . . I worry that they ran to please us and not because they wanted to. I worry that they think they need to be more like us to keep us happy. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. I hope they find what they love and they embrace it. So far. So good.
The emotions of being a parent feels crazy sometimes. I want to be with them all of the time, but it felt so good to be alone with my ‘special someone’. I get tired of hearing “mom?” all day long, but the silence that will come with the start of school (tomorrow) can be deafening. I miss them when they are away. There are days when I’m ready for them to be in college and chasing their dreams, then two seconds later I’m crying because they will.
I hope I can remember the little things. I hope they see our dedication to them – not because I want any glory – but because I want them to love being a parent as much as I do.
Run your race kids! Love you.