True rest day….nothing…nada…zilch
I pause from this mostly running blog to delve into the mostly parenting world (with a little running) today. This is a story I don’t always like to share, but I think it’s important for adoptive parents to share their stories -good, bad, and sometimes, even worse. Not because everyone adopts, but likely each of you know someone who has been touched by the process. And they often sit quietly wresting through issues most non-adoptive parents ever have to face. And sometimes, it just helps to know what “trench” your friends are in….
I finished typing the race recap from the iTryathlon in the surprising stillness of a quiet morning in the house. I was caught in the reflection and excitement of not only a fun race, but a great day which was much needed after an incredibly long week.
I quietly smiled, anxiously awaiting the fun Sunday I had planned. A little church, a few errands and a lot of Olympics with the boys. As soon as the “publish” button was hit and the laptop closed, I heard quiet whimpers coming from the boys’ room.
Get ready for the bumps. The lyrics from a song from one of the boys’ favorite kids song echoed in the back of my mind.
While I might have used questionable means to get through Physics in high school (so what if we all did ONE problem and met before first period to copy each other’s work on the remaining questions to save some time…sorry if this ever gets back to you Ms. Mytyc…but if you read this you’ll see I went from cross-country dropout to avid runner…forgiveness?), but I do understand one thing – what goes up, must come down.
And boy reality slapped me in the face. Chocolate had a dream about his birth parents (whom he doesn’t remember, nor do we know much) which led us right to a street that any adoptive parent knows: grief.
I spent an exhausting morning asking and answering questions. We talked, we asked questions of one another, we cried, we grieved, we prayed, we lamented, and we even laughed at tiny parts throughout.
But boy, oh boy, it was exhausting. We don’t get to this place often, but I know the importance of just staying there with him when we are there and engaging in the process together.
Get ready for the bumps.
I think one of the things I like about training is to a certain degree I can control it: plans, schedules, goals, focus, keep me pointed like a laser to something I can actually manage. But once in awhile, my body has it’s own plans.
I’ve spent the last few months battling an adductor insertion issue. In April, I didn’t even know what an adductor was or if it needed to insert somewhere other than a light socket.
So I lost control.
And the high of reaching some goals brought me back down to reality.
There’s plenty of road ahead, I just gotta be ready for the bumps.
Do you have a plan when you hit the “bumps”?
Who gets in the trenches with you?
Any bumps in your life lately?