Day 185: Happy Mothers Day!

“It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.”

SportChek Mothers Day Run CalgaryToday we started the day with the SportChek Mothers Day Run. It was a great run to participate in. Felix’s stay at the Children’s Hospital opened our eyes to just how fortunate we are to have a pretty healthy kid and as you may know, the funds from this run went to Sick Kids. My future mother-in-law (a.k.a. Dr Nana) and myself completed the 5km course. My goal was to at least beat my bib number (3524) and I did! I placed 233 out of 7083 [but actually 37/881 in my category]. It wasn’t my fastest 5km, but I was definitely pleased with it. My MIL and I were running together and being pushed and shoved all over the place by people; we both saw openings on opposite sides and went for it. Unfortunately, we lost each other. I crossed the finish line and figured she had completed it ahead of me, so called/texted and didn’t hear anything. Then we stumbled toward each other, got our picture taken as proof and came home to brunch on the back deck. I must interject to say that I was super pleased for a good friend who placed first in the 5km for MEN and WOMEN… she is a rockstar, way to go Sam!!

The rest of the day was spent reading the book, “Let’s pretend this never happened: a mostly true memoir” by Jenny Lawson I laughed until I cried! For anyone who just needs a good book to laugh at, this is definitely the one….[She finds a giant metal chicken at like a Winners or some such store and puts it on their doorstep, rings the bell & waits for her husband] He comes out, looks at it and shuts the door. “Then I yelled through his door, “It’s an anniversary gift for you, asshole. Two whole weeks early. FIFTEEN YEARS IS BIG METAL CHICKENS.” This part especially spoke to me because I’m fairly certain I would do the same thing to Patrick. Though I feel I would do it with some sort of water creature (he claims to be allergic to fish…) Maybe a giant lobster? He is also the type to shut the door. And pretend that it didn’t happen. Oh man, my stomach aches from laughing all day long.

Anyway, I also spent a good portion of the day being very grateful for my mother. For her patience with me as a stubborn kid (and adult) and her willingness to do whatever she can for her kids. I never really understood how you can have  a screaming match with a kid, but in a split-second desperately want to jump in and do whatever you can for them when they’re sick or in danger (that is, until I had my own kid, now I get it.) “Thanks” to my mom and all the moms in my life who have helped me along the way…and to my mom-friends who have been so supportive over the last two’ish years and my non-mom friends who are just as supportive – love you guys!

love you felixAnd a good portion of the day was also spent reflecting on how lucky I’ve been to have such an incredible little person in my life. The little boy who forever changed me (for the better I think.) I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing little boy and so we (him and I) spent some time (and I mean a lot of time) viewing home videos of him from the last two years. There were tears and laughter at the silly stuff he/I have done to get a rise out of one another (e.g.: laughing trying to roll over; dancing to Pantera; skyping & FaceTime, getting ahold of cameras etc). It reminded me of how lucky I am to be a mom; how quickly time passes; how fast things can happen and change. He reminds me that the most important thing in life is to make the most of each day, because you can’t buy time back. Love you to the moon and back, Felix.

Happy Mothers Day to all the incredible moms out there. And to the dads who do the job of both.

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