Today was a red letter day, and I got to spend it with three of the most wonderful people in ever. We had an early rise and shine sine we had our third annual Celebrate Schools 5K. The first year we did it, it wasn’t that big of a thing and we weren’t that big of runners. Over the years the event has grown by leaps and bounds as has my family’s fitness!
First off, this little runner bean of a girl got FIRST PLACE for her division! FIRST PLACE! She’s been training up with her girlfriends for cross country and does a few runs with Bradley and I here and there, and her practice really showed today. Bradley and I were both SO impressed and had a super proud-parent moment. That girl. Will she ever cease to amaze us?
My foxy husband managed to place 14th in his division. He focused on running with Gigi until she took off like a shot at the last turn, then he shot off as well, and Jude and I had the good fortune to have them both at the finish line when we crossed.
Jude’s goal was to run the entire time. He walked the first 5K two years ago, ran half of it last year, then last spring he allllmost ran the entire color run. Allllllllmost. He wanted to run this one. Jude hit his wall just before we hit the turn around. He wanted to stop, he had a cramp, he was tired, he was DONE. But we talked about goals and how good it feels to meet them. We talked about pride and accomplishment. Then we came around the bend and started seeing people we knew- and they were waving at us! At him! And people who we didn’t know were standing on the side of the road giving fives and cheering people on! It was he picked up steam to the point where I couldn’t keep up with him as he passed Michael’s, the bus barn and 24 Hour Fitness with alarming speed. I finally booked it and caught up to him, but he sprinted ahead over the finish line. I couldn’t have been more proud.
I went on a self-style biathalon. I ran an easy 5K this morning with Jude. We finished in 38 minutes with miles averaging in the 12’s. We were pretty slow because I knew that at 11:00 I was taking part in the innagural Base2Space climb to the top of the Space Needle to benefit the Fred Hutch Research Foundation. Yep, after running three miles this morning, I topped it off with climbing 58 flights of stairs in 13 minutes! It was a euphoric moment, reaching the top with my two girlfriends. I wrote the names of all the people I know who have passed from cancer, are presently battling cancer or who are people in the cancer community who are related to the people who donated the nearly 600 on my behalf. I’m pretty proud of my day, my family’s day.
Love reveals itself in the most mundane ways.
Like when you open your lunch to discover that your husband packed the piece of pizza that you didn’t pick all of the pineapple, olives and (veggie) ham off of last night, leaving him with a naked, used pizza slice.
Or when you’ve spent the last two hours listening to most of the New Kids on the Block oeuvre and you mention that of all the albums, THIS one is your favorite and he agrees that it is his favorite too.
Or, better yet, when he picks the NKOTB album up from the library, he previews it and chooses a few songs to point out to you, even though he is not and never has been a fan of these people.
Or that moment when you notice your favorite, coziest pajamas all laid out on the bed for you when you get home from work.
Or realizing that, despite the fact that you drive your gas-filled, immaculate car to work almost every day, you haven’t filled the gas tank or washed the car in over two months.
Or figuring out that despite having walked the dog, the boy, worked out on the elliptical, lifted weights and walked the kids back and forth to school several times, he still runs a few miles with you too.
Or, better yet, he says he prefers to run with you because you go slower and he gets a better fat burn.
Or when he says you never snore or pass gas in your sleep. And when you do, it’s just a sweet little baby snore or toot, even though the kids rabidly dispute this.
Or enjoying the picture of the babies that true love created every single day as they hug one another goodbye for the day. That he understands how important it is to be included in this small daily moment is tremendous.
Or when he lets you watch the entire series of Friends over and over on a loop because it calms you down when you get overly anxious.
Or how he lets you wake him up in the middle of the night for anything anytime and he never gets mad at you, even when his own insomnia kept him up until just minutes before you woke him.
Or how he changes his clothes when his outfit clashes with yours.
Or like when you’re staring at the kids all teary and he comes up and stares at them with you, and together you marvel at these two little people who exist only because you loved one another.
Or how you never doubt for a moment that he loves you with his entirety every moment of every day because he lives with such resolve in his love for you that you can finally be free and vulnerable and safe with him, the only person, ever.
- 05.10.15 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Musical Mother’s Day
I happened to get one song stuck in my head yesterday which lead me down a YouTube rabbit hole of my childhood in music, with my parents as the deejays. It was a good time for music, the seventies and eighties. Mostly because that’s when I was alive and open to the world, but man, I love these songs!
I knew every word to this song. Every. Word. And I could even do Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand’s pitch to accompany this number. Still can’t sing it without doing that! I hadn’t listened to this song since I was a kid and it instantly took me back to sitting on my shag green rug in my bedroom. It’s amazing how music can awaken so much with it’s background sound suggestions. I’m not terribly ashamed to admit that I cried a little.
I loved this song! Again, I could sing Dolly and Kenny’s voices and did often. Enough so a friend of mine once asked me to sing it at her wedding. I politely declined.
My mom was a huge Julio Iglesias fan. This was played often in my house, and I often wondered about the greater implication of ‘all the girls’ they’ve ‘loved before, who traveled in and out my door…” Creepers? But still, a sweet song.
Whenever I heard this song playing it was because my dad was trying to patch a rough spot. Usually it was because he let a swear word out in front of the kids that we weren’t supposed to hear. My dad would slyly slip over to the record player and before we knew it our house would be filled with the sultry sounds of Joe Cocker’s buttery voice.
And then there was the summer before my eighth grade year where everyone in my family learned each and every song of Dire Straight’s Money For Nothing album and Whitney Houston’s first album. To be fair, I loved them both and they make me think of a lovely summer in our family boat, cruising Puget Sound, Vancouver Island and Desolation Sound and all the islands around. It was the first summer I ever got hit on by a boy, a trip I will never forget and the accompanying soundtrack is ever in my loop.
Photo credits go to Hannah Elvrum
I know what my own kids will share when they are 41 and reminiscing about the music from their parental-chosen, childhood soundtrack. The short list will have The Decemberists, Ben Folds, Rufus Wainwright, Death Cab For Cutie, The Vaccines, Monsters and Men and, of course, my latest obsession with New Kids on the Block- all of their songs since they’ve been on repeat in my car for a year or so. But before that we inundated them with the other stuff. Bradley is less defined since he rapidly jumps from band to band, lighting on one or two bands for 2-3 months then moving quickly on.
We do this to our children and, in a way, it keeps us ever connected to those magical childhood moments as it shows us time and again how it can whisk us away to another time and place. I’m grateful to my own mom and dad for filling our house up with love, laughter and music. Cheers for a Happy Mother’s Day. Here’s hoping the music in your life is filling your family up as well.
- 05.09.15 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Color Vibe 5K
Several months ago, my best friend, Beth, who I’ve known since 8th grade, invited me to run the Color Vibe 5K with her- her first 5K. At first I decided that I absolutely would not- it was Mother’s Day weekend, after all. Then I started thinking about who I AM instead of who I WAS, and realized that I’m exactly the kind of mom who would choose to do a fun and messy 5K with her kids as the focus of my Mother’s Day weekend. So I signed up and the kids were free! As I talked about it over the past few months, reminding them that it was coming their way, Jude would look at me with fear. For him, this did not sound like a treat like it did for Gigi and me. To him it sounded like a lot of work.
I decided to make this a mama-K. We would go at intervals, at his pace, slowing on hills, walking when needed, drinking lots of water, talking about Pokemon and resting if necessary. It went pretty much as expected- Gigi took off like a rocket and ended up finishing in 32 minutes (the race actually turned out to be 3.5, not 3.1 miles, according to both of our GPS).
Jude knocked my socks off. He ran almost the entire way. At the beginning, he told me that he wanted to run the entire distance. I said we would try, but the secret would be going as slow as we needed, so that’s exactly what we did! We jogged, sometimes as slow as we could have walked, but we jogged the entire distance with the exception of two blocks, which were also steep hills. He was amazing! I was so proud of him as he crossed the finish line! I have an amazing boy, an amazing girl and I decided that it was definitely the perfect way to celebrate Mother’s Day!
- 03.31.15 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Exercise Princess
I can’t even tell you how funny it is when this kid comes out onto the patio, all business and starts pogoing all over the patio with the most serious face you have ever seen. Nothing in moderation with this kid. She’s all like, “I’m going to try to pogo 100 times.” Then she does it.
If that’s not enough, she’s suddenly made a decision about the kind of life she wants to live, and it’s a life of activity and moving. Guinevere was inspired by a girl we discovered on Instagram who is only nine years older than Gi and already living an amazing, active and healthy life. She suddenly is in love with running, working out and eating healthy. She runs about two miles every other day now, and in between she researches alternative health cooking. I’m amazed at how very cool she is and how very ahead of the game she is. Amazed.