Dear Little Ring, The other day you came home with an eraser in hand. You were determined to erase the “white lines” on my legs. You scrubbed and you scrubbed. “It’s not working,” you said, your eyes wide with confusion. It took everything I had not to burst out laughing as I explained why stretch marks would not erase away. Dear child, you crack me … Continue reading 5: My baby, forever you will be
It has been 214 days since I last ran a race. I haven’t been itching to get out there. Some of my runs have been serious struggles. Mental struggles more than anything. They haven’t been the great fun they once were. In fact, it was only just this week that I had a run I thoroughly enjoyed from tip to tail. The weather was perfect, … Continue reading An inspired mom’s day perfection
Dear Moms, I am sorry I was such a sick kid. I am sorry I got whooping cough at three weeks old. I am sorry my appendix nearly burst at three years old. I am sorry about the whole diabetes diagnosis at nine years old that caused a tumult of ER runs and hospital stays. I am sorry I threw my lunches into the bushes … Continue reading Hospital: the first
Dear Little Ring, Yesterday I was having an absolute crumb of a day, so blah, so lethargic, so lacking motivation. I couldn’t figure out why, and then, it struck me. Just hours remained of my baby being a baby. I love seeing your every growing milestone; I love your wild personality that gets wilder with age; I love the crazy, random conversations your growth has … Continue reading 48 months: I am the walrus
Dear Little Ring, How is my baby already three? How are you already walking, talking, loving, listening, joking, imagining, creating, mischieving, tuning your mama out, running, playing, learning, laughing, being your own you? How is that possible? Just yesterday you were my baby. How do you already have a heart full of compassion? While you don’t readily hand out I love yous (it’s the German … Continue reading 36 months: Stink in my butt!
So where were we? Ah right, I had just conquered a huge 10 km personal best, but still had 400 metres to go… I’m not going to lie, it was slower. Significantly slower. And that was planned. You see, I had a little boy waiting for me at the top of the hill, probably about 200 to 300 metres from the finish. Every race this … Continue reading Mama and Little Ring style… postponed
Dear Little Ring, My sweet, sweet baby who is no longer a baby. You are the boy who I swear went from two to two and a half in the blink of an eye. The boy who used to let me cuddle him for hours, but who now can’t stay still for more than a second and more often than not squirms when I try … Continue reading 30.6: “As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was going to happen”