He didn’t know what he was doing, but for just a fleeting moment, the 8-year-old made my day.
I was herding him into the shower after a typical Easter Sunday of church, family, lunch, egg hunts, and playing with the neighbors.
I didn’t wear a new dress this year, so there was nothing special to notice there. Immediately after church I changed into capris and a t-shirt; again, nothing special. I’d worn my hair down to church, but to settle into the comfort of the afternoon I’d whipped it back into my typical low-ponytail/bun. Nothing out of the ordinary.
But in my quick wardrobe change from church-dressy to afternoon-casual I’d not taken the time to change my earrings.
And with hair swept back into a bun, the dangly diamond and pearls and I’d worn to church that morning were more easily seen, I guess.
Because as I was there in his bathroom getting the water temperature just right and the fresh towel hung on the towel bar for him, he looked at what I was doing, hopped in the shower and then took a double take.
He saw something he hadn’t seen all day apparently.
He said, “Your earrings look pretty, mom.”
And then — this was the kicker — he said, “Has anyone told you that today?”
Thank you, I said. And no, no one has told me that today. How sweet of you to notice.
He kept right on going with this shower, didn’t miss a beat, but I had stopped my flurry of activity with the water and towel and just took in this moment of sweet surprise at his noticing. I was wearing earrings he’d never seen before. That’s probably why he noticed them. Yet isn’t it interesting that he asked me if anyone else had noticed? It’s like he knew that most likely no one had seen them, but also that he valued being the one who noticed. He does, by the way, love being the one to notice details that others overlook.
He had no idea that those were earrings were special and that my choice to wear them this day was special too. See, I wore those earrings on my wedding day to his father nearly 15 years ago. I don’t think I’ve worn them in the 15 years since. But I’d chosen to wear them especially on Easter Sunday because Easter this year felt like a celebration in a way it hasn’t felt before and I wanted to dress up to celebrate. I wanted to wear a dressy pair of earrings, and this pair is one of the dressiest I have.
He didn’t know what he was doing — and he doesn’t even now understand what he did — but for just a fleeting moment, the 8-year-old made my day.
I ran a 5k!!
Well, I ran part, walked part, jogged part, but I completed it, and that *is* the point.
I first got the hairbrained idea to train and run a 5K several years ago. I don’t really remember what prompted it but it kind’ve became this unattainable thing.
More than that it started to represent all things that were unattainable because the excuses I could use to not run a 5K were the same excuses I used for everything else.
Excuses like …
I need to lose weight first.
I need to do couch to 5K.
I don’t have time to do couch to 5K.
I’m to busy with the boys.
I don’t have anyone to do it with me.
So one year I signed up for a 5K — a local run called the Cookie Run because you get cookies at the end of race — thinking because it was cheap and local and involved cookies, I’d be motivated to train and run.
As soon as the boys ball schedule came out with a game for that morning I was out. With a good excuse, but I was still letting excuses stop me.
So this year, at my new job, they have this really fun 5K called the Double Helix Dash and I signed up. I asked my friend Amanda to do it with me knowing I’d need that kind of support and encouragement to follow through. At the time there was six weeks til the race so I had visions of doing a condensed couch to 5K but cold weather and migraines and busy schedules — my excuses are coming out again — foiled most of those plans.
Excuses almost won out again because I was very, very sick the morning of the race and Amanda was having trouble leaving work early. But I loaded up on Powerade and Amanda’s boss came through.
There we were at the start line and I reminded Amanda for the 100th time, “You know I don’t run, right?” I needed her to know this because she does run and I wanted assurance that her expectations were set fairly low.
We ran through the start and after a while slowed to a fast walk.
I first felt pain in my shins. They went numb after a while and then it was my knees.
When I could no longer feel those, it was my ankles that were killing me.
Once both legs were completely numb I kept pace pretty well.
We neared the end and had to finish with a run, right? So we sprinted up the hill across the finish, and something about that last push but a tug in my back.
But no pain no gain, and I was so glad to gain the confidence I felt after this accomplishment.
Will I do another? Oh, sure! It wasn’t bad as I thought (most things never are) and now I know I can do it.