So. This past week I started my new job. It was a little surreal at times. It’s not a huge time commitment as far as time away from home. But it’s an adjustment. I’m teaching 3 times a week at 8pm. So, I’m leaving at bedtime. Lila cried every night and each time my heart broke a little. Then, I drove off and entered into this whole new world. The world of being a mom with a job outside my home. I’m used to being able to work at home….with company of course.
I’ve been a stay at home mom for 9 1/2 years. It’s been the best thing that has ever happened to me besides Jesus and my husband. The BEST. But, it was time for me to do something for me. Something I’m passionate about. Something I think I could be good at. Something I think God gave me. Gifts He put inside me and passions he allowed to flourish over these past 9 years while staying at home with my kids. Things I sorta started loving.
Now it’s time to use them. I’m not overcommitted. I feel absolutely sure that this is what I’m supposed to do. Loving on women, encouraging them through fitness and hopefully giving them a few laughs and fun all at the same time. I have no doubt this is right where I’m supposed to be.
But all new things come with an adjustment.
I’m training for a marathon, working, being a mom, writing this blog, being a wife, and trying to keep my feet on the ground and my focus on Christ, the very one who gave me all these things. So today, I had a little time to reflect on this past week in all it’s newness. On what to say when Lila keeps asking when I’m “going to be done with this boot camp thing already.”
Sweetheart, I’m not. This is mommy’s new normal. Our families new normal. It’s good for me which in turn means it’s good for you. And they will adjust. I spend all day every day with them. And 3 nights a week for an hour each I get to pour into some women. Which does my heart a lot of good.
As far as running goes, I’m doing my best to stay on top of it, while also letting myself off the hook a little when I need to. I’m taking it seriously, but not too much so. Not at the expense of my family or my health. I nursed a sore hip this weekend and took an extra day off. I ate two donuts today.
And just whatever about it.
This is marathon training week #3. And I’m building slow and trying to train smart. I’m lifting and cross training and enjoying my training. I want it to stay that way.
I’ll only run about 25 miles this week. Again, it’s Sunday night and I’ve yet to look at my training schedule for the week. All in good time. Hanson’s has a way of starting out slow and making you think you’ve got this in the bag. Then it gets real. So, I’m enjoying the slow build knowing it’ll get hard. And I’ll do what I can.
Another huge part of our week and weekend was Lila’s 3rd birthday party on Saturday. Complete with a Barney theme.
Today is her actual day. I can’t believe it. 3 years flies. She is by far the funniest, most entertaining and cutest kid we’ve had(sorry boys, I love you FIERCE but man this girl, she’s just hilarious). She’s witty and funny and smart. Too smart. She’s girly and dirty and brave. She goes head first into the pool with the big kids and had an 11-year-old at her “birfday pawty.” And it was mostly boys. She loves her brothers and her brother’s love her right back. They get her out of bed in the morning so she can boss them around and make them watch Barney and Mickey Mouse and Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood(by far the MOST annoying of them all…poor boys) and yet they keep coming back for more. They can’t get enough of her. And neither can we.
She has us all wrapped around her tiny little fingers.
So, being a momma to this little sassy pants is by far one of my greatest joys. She is going to move mountains one day, I just know it. And the plans God must have for her big bubbly personality. I can’t wait to see what she becomes. It’s going to be quite a show.
So, to Lila girl on your 3rd big day. We love you to the moon and back. You have made our lives funnier, richer, far more entertaining, and much more pink. You’ve given me girl cakes, pepto pink nail polish, shopping dates, household disaster’s, spilled drinks, marker’s on walls, conversations with the Fed Ex guy because you’ve never met a stranger, booboo’s, princess bandaids, Jesus Loves You’s, goodnight kisses, bedtime stories and deep convo’s on the bathroom floor. I can’t imagine a life without you crazy girl. Happy Birthday Lila lou. We love you something fierce.