Mother Runner

On my 30th birthday this year, a good friend of mine gave me a pair of tall running socks emblazoned with the words "Mother Runner".  It certainly is a great play on words with a sly appeal.  I do love to run, and I have a decently strong personality.  I can't say the words "Mother Fu####" loosely, but it rhymes and still has the perfect amount of intensity.  I am able to get my tired behind out of bed by 4:45 six mornings a week to run or lift weights.  Nothing takes the stress away or creates a new canvas for the day quite like a run.  Some of the best are when the boys ride their bikes or sit in the stroller and talk to me.

This Mother's Day I was treated to a Mother's Day Party at school.  I got to put on my mom hat for a while and the principal was indisposed.  My cute Kinder greeted me at the door with his arm out and escorted me to my chair, which he also pulled out for me.  He then got a me a plate of fruit, and managed to sneak in a few chocolate donuts onto his own plate.  "I know you like to eat healthy mom!"  He presented me with a nice book all about me and then sang some very nice songs to all the moms with his class.





The book was full of "fill in the blanks" about your mom and hand drawn pictures. With all of my background in education, I'm always looking at how kids draw pictures.  You know what they say about kids who only draw their parents frowning or are pushing so hard with their crayon.  .  .  Luckily, I was smiling in all of my pictures AND the crayon lines appeared faint.  Carter made sure to only guess I weighed 50 pounds, "because I didn't want to be impolite mom", and he made a few references to running.  If my mom had more time she would_______________________ (run).  My mom really loves________________________(running), I think he was supposed to write himself there.  Whoops.

That's okay, buddy.  I do love running.  It makes me a better mommy.  He did however write quite a bit about how I play with him, and that my favorite thing to do with him is play baseball.  A cute cookbook was also included.  In this piece Carter decided to write about how well I make Mac and Cheese.  It's organic folks, okay.  

Miles also made a nice fill in the blank piece about his mother on Mother's day.  He pretty much nailed it with "she would do it right away".   He also got a huge kick out of the flower arrangement he gave me which included Baby's Breath.  "Can you believe it mom?  It's called Baby's Breath."

Mother's Day morning was spent eating an Isbell Men cooked brunch with all of the ladies in the family at Marcia's house.  What a treat to spend the morning across generations and with cousins.  Miles was the waffle man.  Our original plan was to hike into Ruffey Lake, but by my second Mimosa I decided that a quicker hike into Hidden would best suit my afternoon nap agenda.

It was a really nice day.  One in which my kids know me so well.  Nothing else quite fits me like Mother Runner.  Certainly not Mother Baseball Player, or Mother Mac and Cheeser, or Mother Snuggler.  Mother Runner, that's me.