I can’t run. I can’t bike. I can’t swim. I can’t do freaking anything without my ankle swelling up and making my life generally miserable.
So since I can’t run forgive me if I get a little Momish on you. Yes, it’s like Amish but way sappier and a heck of a lot more sentimental. But the next two weeks are quite possibly the worst time for me to be throwing the brakes on my physical exertion, because fits hitting the shan here folks.
Let’s preface this convo by saying I’m usuallynot overly sentimental. I mean, I typically only cry when I have to get rid of a pair of running shoes I’ve been overly attached to or my sports bra gets thrown in the dryer.
But for the love of the land the fact that my TWO youngest boys are starting kindergarten is throwing me.
Let’s talk about Vanilla for a moment because he’s my total snuggle puppy. I mean, the kid wakes up and still asks for a quick morning cuddle before breakfast. If we’re walking outside and I hold my hand out, within 2 seconds he’s all over it like a shark on chum and has his sticky little hand nestled into mine.
But. it. won’t. last.
I know the days are numbered. He won’t squeeze my hand for reassurance or hold onto my waist because he’s needing a little extra confidence boost. He won’t think I’m the coolest person on the planet (which is really a shame because, hello, he’s almost right) and I’m really struggling with letting my last two babies grow up. As a mom of almost twins (a day apart) it’s like a 2 for 1 blow to the gut with each milestone.
So I’m literally savoring these moments with my babes, because honestly, 5 & 7 are ridiculously amazing ages. I lap them up like the last drop of wine in my cup and recognize that things will be far too different in the blink of an eye.
And in that same vein I have to remember that a few weeks of resting my craptastic foot will seem like nothing in the future and I’ll be just fine racing in a few weeks even if it’s not a fancy schmancy PR. And I shouldn’t get crabby when I have a bad run because a bad run is better than no run at all.
Anyone else wanting to bottle their current phase in life up and drink it forever?
What makes it so special?