Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I'm a real boy!

Do you ever have moments when you realize that you have become what you've been becoming? For instance, last summer we were at a big outdoor party and they had all sorts of fun stuff to play, and I thought, "I'd rather watch my kids having fun on this than do it myself." The I realized that I was a real mom. Those "And now I'm a mom" moments happen fairly frequently. (I guess it's interesting that it doesn't stick. I get to become a real mom over and over again.) For instance, when Alena had a first play date where it wasn't about me hanging out with another mom. Or watching her in her first dance class. Or decorating holiday cookies with her. Or scooping up two crying children and cuddling them simultaneously. Or reading stories to one child while having a conversation with the other who's in the tub in the other room. Or cooking 3/4 of a meal while my children played with each other without any input from me. I probably have the thought, "Ok, now I'm a real mom" at least twice a month.

The last two weeks or so I've had another repetitive "now I'm real" realization that I didn't realize I was working toward. It's when I'm running on the treadmill and I hit 2 miles and it starts to get easier. My first two miles are the hardest. Now I'm a real runner. Isn't that just crazy? I had my suspicions that all of the runners that told me that were in cahoots to trick the rest of us into their habit. Turns out that when you run regularly long enough it actually turns out to be true. Who'd a thunk? Also, who'd a thunk that I would ever be a real runner? Life is full of surprises, people.

For instance, here's one for my mother. I make my bed now. ! !! I know! Crazy!

6 Comments:

Blogger Cary said...

Thanks for the post. This morning I was rationalizing my way out of working out, until I read your post. Cioa, bella, I'm off to the gym!

1:28 PM  
Blogger Kristi said...

Congrats on becoming a real runner! I need to become a real something. My exercise generally consists of walking up and down the stairs a lot to put toys away and haul laundry.

6:49 PM  
Blogger Shaun R. said...

I can so relate to this post. I have these moments all the time except they're not about children yet. (someday). Mine are usually about work or church. Like when they say, "we'd like to acknowledge Brother Rushforth of the high council." I'm still not used to that. That's my dad. That's not me. Or when I'm sitting through a board meeting discussing budgets for the next fiscal year. I never saw myself being an administrator of a retirement community when I grew up. Adulthood kind of snuck up on me when I wasn't looking I guess.

10:04 PM  
Blogger Kara said...

Terrific post, Talyn. When did we grow up? Shaun's on the high council?--boy, do I feel old... Now if only we lived closer to be running partners. Like you, I still can't believe I do it--and miss it when I don't.

11:42 PM  
Blogger marci and josh said...

I think it was you that tricked me into becoming a runner. Actually I still can't admit that I am a runner, at what point will I realize that I am one. Maybe when I complete a full marathon, who knows. It still hasnt' dawned on me that I'm a mother either, and I have a 7 year old. I still feel like I'm too young to drive, haha. Anyway I hope you guys are well.

12:10 PM  
Blogger melody said...

I can totally relate to the play date one. It was so strange to me when I left Julia at a friend's home without me for the first time. It wasn't about me! It was about her playing with a friend. Weird.

And that's great to hear you are enjoying running. Wish we could meet up for some 5ks!

10:44 PM  

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