We had another snow day yesterday.
I must admit, I was actually happy that the schools were closed.
My son was with his dad all weekend, up late with the Super Bowl Sunday night and lately he enjoys sleeping which is the complete opposite of how he used to be when he was younger.
I loved not having to drag him out of bed yesterday and I loved even more not having to drag him to Hebrew School in the afternoon.
He is growing up so quickly that having him home was actually nice.
He didn’t bounce a ball in the house yesterday! Not even once!
I noticed he was almost out of toothpaste the other day. It occurred to me in that moment that I am not on top of his toiletries anymore because he no longer needs me to brush his teeth or give him a bath.
When did that happen? It’s like he went from three years old to some middle school kid overnight.
The years are becoming a blur and I don’t think I like it.
I longed for the day where I could leave the room and he would play safely unattended and now those days are so here that I question what it is he is doing when he is in his room without yelling for me every two minutes.
Lately I have been thinking again about those first few years of motherhood.
When he was attached to my hip.
When I nursed him for 16 months (I sure did and I am proud), when he was my best little friend, my favorite lunch partner (we were regulars at Panera and the Nordstrom Café) and when the thought of sending him to school sounded really mean.
When the only gym I saw for a few years was the inside of our local Gymboree.
When it was more important to me that he was free to run around a safe place and burn off energy than it was for me to run at all.
The only exercise I had during those first few years of his life came in the form of stroller pushing, child-carrying, car seat lifting, diaper changing and don’t forget the constant entertaining and cleaning.
Oh and chasing him. He was always getting into something, like the ice bucket.
I never understood the attraction to the ice bucket but he’s a boy and I don’t understand boys.
Traditional workouts were just not important to me. I lived a 24/7 workout just raising him.
Of course we attempted stroller walks sometimes in the morning and sometimes I even succeeded in getting us into a little routine where he counted bunny rabbits and I tried to count us to a 30 or 40 minute walk but it wasn’t a guaranteed thing.
I didn’t mind though.
I always knew I would have my fitness freedom back before I knew it because that little boy would suddenly not need me as much anymore.
I often think about all of those days where I chose to build with Peek A Blocks, set up the paint supplies at 7:00 am and actually sit down while he was quietly watching Baby Einstein on repeat rather than try to squeeze in an exercise session.
Lately I do a hypothetical with myself to determine if I would handle things this way again should I get remarried and have more children.
I mean, there are gyms like Lifetime now with fancy two-hour babysitting but why would I bother?
Play groups in the parks, walking the malls with my best friend and her son, mommy and me classes, watching Sesame Street and playing with the Little People must have given me some form of endorphin high because I honestly didn’t notice or care that I wasn’t truly working out.
And I remember being happy. So happy.
I may not have been doing traditional workouts but I was still thin and in shape enough to keep up with my son which honestly took more energy sometimes than running a half marathon.
I may have done the count down to bedtime every day for years but I wouldn’t trade any of it.
I love to run and I adore the mental me time exercise gives me but looking back over those first few years of his life, our routine and everything we did, I am confident that I would back burner running and true workouts all over again.
We can put off a run, skip it, reschedule it, come back to it… in a week, month or a year.
We can’t do the same with our children because moments may be missed that we can never get back.
I wrote a similar post to this last year which was featured on Blogher regarding how pregnancy and motherhood can affect your running routine.
Are you snowed in again too?
If you have children, did you keep your same workout routine when they were born?
Anyone do Stroller Strides? That’s something I think I would have done if it was around back then!