Rest Day Monday
4 Miles Tuesday
On Sunday evening I noticed my IT band was tweaky. And I mean really tweaky. It didn’t hurt during my run. It didn’t hurt right after. But instead, at some point a few hours later it got really, really really angry.
My ITB was probably taking a cue from it’s rightful owner….me. So I rested Monday and took it easy Tuesday (no pain then yay!)
And this is where Striding Mom gets a little more Mom, than Striding and a little more real than status quo.
So basically people – let me just cut to the chase – WHAT’S WITH THE JUDGMENT?
Over the past 4 or so days I’ve heard people say some of the harshest things about being a parent, a person, and a general human being. The ones that irk me the most are the parenting ones though.
It’s funny because my kids talk about how “unfair” I am all of the time.
“What? You won’t let me play Halo? That’s harsh Mom, ____[insert name of friend] can!”
“Huh? I can’t eat 3 desserts today? That’s ridiculous!”
“Mom, you’re so lame. You won’t let me play darts over my brothers head with steak knives. I bet ____’s Mom would let them.”
You know what I tell them? Different families, different rules. And we carry on. Why can’t we parents apply this rule to one another?
Oh, but on some level I get it. I’ve raised my eyebrow at other parents and scorned their choices at times. I’ve wondered why they weren’t using the Striding Mom Guide to Parenting that so clearly works…well, at least 50% of the time. I mean, I was guilty just the other night. But the fact of the matter is.
You. Never. Know.
Truth be told, we’re dealing with some “stuff” with one of my boys. It’s behavioral stuff, it involves diagnosing things and it’s so very hard. Let me tell you, my son’s behavior is not because I’m not giving him enough attention, boundaries, praise, discipline, etc. It’s because there is something different about him. I’m not sure what yet, but we’re slowly finding out.
And yes, I’m embarrassed sometimes by the choices he makes, but I can’t show you that, because it will hurt his heart like you wouldn’t believe. So I push that aside and support him.
And I have bad days too. And I get frustrated with him too – more than I should. And that breaks my heart as well. He’s learning. I’m learning. We’re all learning.
So next time, before you offer your unsolicited advice about anything to anyone (because trust you me, this goes so far beyond parenting), let’s be sure to remember some wise words from Dr. Seuss…
Have you had your mellow harshed this week?
Any wise lessons you’ve learned from walking in someone else’s shoes?