The other night I needed to stop by the wine store before heading home because it had just been one of those days. I had Betty with me and before we went inside she asked me if she could request a lollipop from the man working there. I told her that of course she could. Good day at school and all that.
So as I went and picked out my wine, I heard my three year old approach the counter and ask in the sweetest little voice if she could please have a lollipop and that her mom had told her it was okay. My heart melted and then I nearly turned into a puddle of mommy pride when I joined her to pay and the clerk told me that I must be doing something right because she was the most well-mannered child he had ever seen in his store.
Telling me that my daughter is polite is one of the nicest compliments that anyone could ever give me. There’s just nothing compared to that kind of pride.
However, as of Sunday morning there is another compliment that I think I might like nearly as much.
At 8am Betty and I armed ourselves with coffee, donuts and water to meet up with 6 other moms and 2 additional kiddos for our June Moms RUN This Town group run on the NCR Trail. We had perfect weather and just like the last time we all got together everyone was so friendly and in great spirits. Some of us decided to run 3 miles and others were going for 5 including a friend of mine who had her son in the only other jogger here. I had run with her last time and although I had never done more than a 5K with our stroller before I decided I was going to go for it.The trail is pretty flat so it would be a good place to test my abilities. Of course we had to grab a poor, unsuspecting girl who was out on a solo run to get a picture of our group:
Thanks for the great pic, random stranger!
There were lots of other people out that morning and as we ran along we received lots of smiles, waves, and comments on how cute our kids are. Betty was telling us stories that were making the miles fly by. Then there was a pair of women running past in the opposite direction and one of them called out,
“YOU LADIES ARE AMAZING!”
I don’t know about my friend, but it REALLY made my day.
Maybe it’s because I don’t typically run with the stroller, and maybe it’s because every time I see a mom or day out running with their child—or children because let’s face it…double strollers are EXTRA beastmode—I always think they are such a rock star. It’s hard work! And in that moment I felt like a total rock star myself, pushing 60+lbs at a pretty darn decent pace. I felt amazing; strong, confident, and so incredibly lucky to be out there with my best girl doing one of my most favorite things. Solo runs are awesome, but there’s something extra special about sharing the experience with Betty.
There are days when I feel like the worst parent on the planet. We get frustrated with each other. I don’t want to be one of those moms that yell, but unfortunately it happens from time to time. Sunday morning though? I felt like a super hero. Especially at the end when Betty called out “GREAT JOB, MOM!”
I wish I could bottle that feeling up and carry it around with me forever.
Does running ever make you feel like a super hero? If you’re a parent, do you run with your kid(s) in a stroller? What’s your favorite thing about it?
Happy Tuesday, everyone!