picking a mother

You know if I could pick anyone to be my mom I would pick somebody with sparkly brown eyes and a big cheesy grin.  She would be a bossy booby but in the most wonderful way.  She would make the most amazing adventures for me and my kids. 

In the summer time, I would pick a mom that made up some crazy family camping ideas.  Maybe one year we would dress as samurais, we would sit around in our costumes around the campfire...the kids being ninja break dancers at twilight theater. 

Probably another year she would make a Renaissance wedding camping.  She would sew us all beautiful dresses and organize a trade booth and get a real live band. 

When my belly was big and bulging she would feel sorry for me and instead of camping, she would put on a circus.  My kids would suddenly be magicians and stilt walkers. She would paint circus signs and make a stage. 

 And in the winter time she would organize skating and skiing and sledding.  She would have a cozy beautiful place to come in and warm up...complete with Christmas mugs and a 24 hour hot cocoa bar and marshmallows.

 

If I could pick a mom, she would be one that every morning when I woke up, I would want to hear her voice.  I would never be able to hold back good news for more than a few hours, I guess because I would be positive that on the other end of the line there would be rejoicing. 

And when things got harried, I would call her too.  Because it's a sure sign of a great mother to be so full of compassion and empathy that tear drops could be caught even a million miles away.

If I could pick a mother...I think she would look like this.



The treadmill

So my mother "suggested" getting off my hiney and walking on my treadmill instead of complaining about my chub.  She said it would fix everything, it's sitting right there in my living room and it’s free. I wanted to blow her off and roll back over in bed but she is still my mother and she is ALWAYS right.  So I have been walking every morning this week.

Elsa thinks I am amazing for it! She loves the elephant tromping sounds mixed with the blaring fan and the racing treadmill belt.  She sits in her swing watching me march in place.  I think she considers it an amazing multi-sensory therapy session.

Milo on the other hand thinks it’s a sham.  It has taken me a few days to realize that if I don't have a distraction for him, the 30 minutes my self motivation becomes a conspiracy put in place to torture the poor kid. Suddenly he is dying of thirst, lonely and abandoned.

It makes me think back over my past attempts to get it together.  One time I was walking on the treadmill while the family was glued to the boob tube.  I had some awesome music blaring in my ears and was sooo relaxed.  I decided it would be a great idea to deepen the good vibes and close my eyes while I walked...that didn't turn out so well.  My balanced was lost shortly after my eyes shut and I found legs somehow twisting around each other while I quickly tried running to catch my body before it got too ugly.  I couldn't actually hear them laughing, but from the expressions on the faces of my clan, my ratings jumped higher than prime time TV!

So here is to the New Year! May your hearts be always happy, your faces be always smiling, and your eyes be ever open!