A couple of months ago, I caught I side-view of my self in the Church bathroom, and I thought, "Oh my hxxx!" Who is that person. So I decided I would train for a 5K. Anyone that knows me really well, knows that this was a big deal for me. Nevertheless, that's exactly what I did. I started running!
At first it was hard, and then I enjoyed it and I decided I would run my first 5K in Alexandria, VA on June 20th (today). A couple of the gals from my ward also signed up, so I was anxiously awaiting the day when I could complete my goal.
AND then....3 AM this morning, Villette started crying and moaning about how sick she was. I prayed that by 6:30 AM she'd be fine, so I could head off to the race. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. Mike ended up giving her a blessing, and I ended up lying in bed with her while I saw my goal 'running' out of sight.
Sometimes being a mother just stinks. I felt like I finally was accomplishing something for myself. My own time. Time alone with my thoughts and with my God. I know there will be others (I'm signed up to run with my cousins on the 4th of July in Utah), but this goal of my FIRST race can never be replaced.
The real downer of the morning was that by 8 AM (the actual time of the race), she was bouncing off the walls. Darn those priesthood blessings (not really)....
A mother's sacrifice is never complete.