Thursday, August 12, 2010

If it isn't my husband...

it's my son. "Mom, you didn't do your blog thing." Yes, Joshua, I know - but I've been walking with you and Michael, so really, do I need to? Sure. Actually, I'm glad that they are out walking with me. Not so much for me, but for them - to show them that they can do it, too. Michael is slower, has more things to look at and do than Joshua does. And, Joshua has the added advantage of being almost my height, so his strides match mine pretty well. He doesn't go as fast as I want to, but with practice he'll get there.

Yesterday, we did two a half miles. I so could have used more, but they were there. It was good. Actually, the boys did a little less than two miles, because they stopped to pick the wild blueberries. Then, I ran. Yup - ran almost a quarter mile, and then part of the way back. Sometimes, you have to run away from them, so you can come back to them a better person. Those few minutes I was away, I worried. They're my boys, and they were on the road, and cars were passing. True - we're out here, and no one would do anything, but that isn't how I grew up. So, I worried. I still let them do it. I still didn't rush back to hover over them. I still didn't make them come with me. It's part of growing up, and watching mom leave, and knowing that you're safe, even without her. It's knowing that she's coming back, and that time away did you both good. It's finding out that Mom is more than a "mom". See, what 7 minutes and a half mile can teach you.

My Droid is coming. I've been told that, but won't believe it until it's in my little hands. I'm very excited about it. AND, I got the job at the Canyon Store in Wolf Creek - I'm VERY excited about that, too. Meeting all the people in town, being EVER so much closer. Tomorrow is the last day that I'm going into Wholesale Sports to work. I'm supposed to go on Saturday, too, but really? My husband is going to be home, and leaving again on Sunday. I start the new job on Monday - yeah, I'm not going in on Saturday. Mark and I are going to walk, instead.

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