Success of 5K sinks in gradually

It’s not very often I feel accomplished as a mother.

There is always something to be done: laundry, cleaning, errands and appointments. There is always someone who needs a nose wiped, help with homework, a snack, a clean uniform, matching socks (which is a huge challenge because I’m certain our dryer eats socks).

I don’t have a lot of time for myself and when I do, the Mom-Guilt seeps into my thoughts, “I should really not be reading. There is a pile of dishes in the sink and the kids will be hungry in an hour…and…and…”

But, last fall my girlfriends and I decided we would do something for ourselves and all complete a 5K race.

I. Hate. Exercise.

We started “training” with a running app and were ready to go and then … we didn’t.

So, this summer we tried again. We picked an evening race, complete with glow gear and neon shirts and … we did it!

Our 5K-mission was accomplished. Since becoming a mother I finally accomplished something for myself.

The significance of that short run didn’t truly sink in until a few hours later. After an icy cold celebratory beverage with the girls and a hot, soothing shower, I snuggled in for the night when The Princess came into our room crying.

She’d hurt her leg earlier and the pain woke her up in the middle of the night.

I sighed, exhausted and tried to soothe her to no avail. I finally hoisted her up with the little strength and energy I had left and went into her room.

I sat with her in the rocking chair while she cried and wailed and said to myself, “I can do this.”

I began humming her favorite bedtime songs and she stopped sobbing, curled up into my lap with her head on my shoulder and went to sleep.

“I did it!” I thought as I stared at her sweet face, her long lashes and curly-cue hair.

I completed a 5K race and managed to calmly get The Princess back to sleep in her own room.

Hmm … what else have I been overlooking? Our 7-year-old can microwave his own Kraft Easy Mac cups; I taught him that!

And fingernails! I am down to cutting just 20 — sometimes 10 — of my kids’ total 60 finger and toenails. It’s a dirty job, but someone had to teach them.

Packing lunch for school was a big accomplishment for our oldest son this year. He grew tall enough to reach everything he needed and didn’t even fill his lunch box with all cookies and fruit roll-ups. Gold star for Mom!

So maybe I haven’t run a marathon — yet — but small victories are noteworthy, too.

Surely there is a medal for a three-time Potty Training Champion …

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