You know you're a mother when a frame you've been waiting on for months arrives and you just can't find time to build it up. Maybe tonight. Maybe if E takes a long nap. Maybe I can schedule time this weekend.
I'm realizing that having E made me a mother. But it made me not be a runner any more. And I'm not really a biker, either. I do those things barely twice a week (much less five or six times!) and they're more of an escape than they are things that define me or grab my attention. I'm not duncing out over this much any more. I don't want the best/newest/fastest, I want the easiest.
Everyone was right. Life turned upside down. I can't say I completely miss the way things were-- I was ready for a change. But that frame sitting in the corner- it sort of hurts. I want to build it. I want to ride it. I have time for neither right now.
Ridden and Reviewed Kona Libre CR
8 months ago
3 replies:
Love, love, love that picture. And you're right--motherhood is an exercise in shifting priorities. One very cute and awesome priority leaves little room for others.
Deja vu. I went through the same exact thing -- well, except for a cool frame sitting waiting for me to build it up. = )
It does get different as they get older. Sometimes easier, sometimes harder. Hang in there and enjoy the rides and runs when you are able to.
You are not a cyclist because you ride x number of times a week. Just as you are not a mother till you have had x number of babies. One baby or one ride accepted with joy and appreciation is what defines you. I hope as you move on in life the joys of running, cycling, mothering and whatever else moves you brings you happiness. As for the frame in the corner. Unlike fish they don't go bad if they sit around for a bit. It will get built when it is time for it to get built.
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