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How running helps me be a better mom

It’s my alone time. My me time.

My sanctuary. My therapy.

When I can think without being interrupted. Or not think at all.

It’s when I feel most myself.

I’ve laughed on runs. I’ve cried.

I’ve picked up leaves or acorns for my kids.

I’ve thought about my grandfather who passed when I was 15. I felt like he was running with me. Like he would be proud of me.

It’s when I get to take care of me. So I can be healthier. And live longer.

It’s when I get to be in nature. See the animals.

Peace.

It’s when I get to listen to what I want.

And the endorphins. Runners high is no joke.

I’m calmer after a run, especially with my kids.

Running makes me a better mom.

A better person.

A better me.

Letter of the Week: C

Here we go again: Letters of the Week! We’re just now on letter C.

Can I call it Letters of the Week if it’s really more like Letters of the Month?! Anywho…..

I have started asking the girls what they want to make for the wall and this time Emma chose Cat and Addie chose Caterpillar. I’m still trying to figure out how to laminate the caterpillar.

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I wish my life was as perfect as my Christmas card

But it’s not.

Sometimes I yell. Sometimes I curse.

Sometimes I’m mad at my husband. Sometimes he’s mad at me.

Sometimes he has a bad day at work. Sometimes I have bad days.

Those cruise pictures we took? We spent most of that cruise telling at our kids because they wouldn’t go to camp.

Those camping pictures? Emma refused to nap and I drove her around in the truck, then slammed on the brakes and yelled at her.

Our kids don’t always hold hands and hug.

They fight. They pull hair.

They scratch. They bite.

They’re not perfect. And neither am I.

So, don’t be fooled by our Christmas card.

I wish my life was as perfect as my Christmas card.

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