Yesterday I got to spend a wonderful Mother’s Day with my boys. The day started with breakfast in bed made by my hubby and my oldest son (after about 5 minutes of “cooking” he came upstairs and climbed into bed with me and watched a movie).
After a breakfast of egg whites and homemade home-fries, we got ready and headed to my parent’s so we could go to church with them. After church we spent some time having lunch with my mom and dad, my grandmother and my sister and her family. After lunch the kids played for a bit, then we headed for home.
We were planning to spend some time at home before heading to my in-laws, but on the way home, the kids both fell asleep. I had told my husband the night before that I really just wanted to make sure I was able to go for a run. Since my in-laws live down a dirt road, we decided to head to their house earlier than we planned and to go running there. My husband also decided he was going to run with me.
When we got changed and ready to run, my 4 year-old was really upset. He really wanted to go with us, but since the distance we were planning was 2.4 miles, we didn’t think it was such a good idea. I was filled with guilt as we walked out the door, with him standing in the window, waving with tears running down his cheeks. I kept thinking, “This is Mother’s Day. I’m supposed to be spending time with my kids,” but I decided it was only 2.4 miles, so it wouldn’t be that much time that we’d be gone.
It was really nice to run with my husband. It was certainly a first! He kept his pace a little (or a lot) slower so he didn’t get too far ahead of me.
The furthest I had gone without stopping to walk was a little over 1 1/2 miles, so the 2.4 was quite a task for me and I’m sure had I gone by myself, without my husband’s encouragement, I probably wouldn’t have made it the entire 2.4 miles, but I did!
A little over halfway through our run, I got some additional encouragement. My father-in-law brought our son out to meet us on their golf cart. When he saw us, he hopped out and ran with us for a few minutes. While all 3 of us were running together, I was reminded how important being a good role model for my boys is. I may have had to leave him for a few minutes, but he is getting excited to exercise with us. He may have only run for a few minutes, then stopped to walk and throw rocks, but he saw his mom and dad working together, working out and wanted to be a part of it.
It was such a special moment for me. I forgot all about the sad eyes that watched me leave and saw an energetic little boy smiling and running. This is not something I would have imagined a Sunday looking like for our family 6 months ago. I’m looking forwards to turning more lazy Sundays with my boys into a chance to be active as a family.