It was 10 am Sunday and we had played barbies, read books, ate cereal, and played “boathouse” when I decided to take a run. NPR’s “Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me” is on at 10 am on Sundays and I look forward to a 45 minute run while listening to that show. Unfortunately, my children wanted nothing of the sort. They both completely broke down when they saw me changing into my running gear.
“No, mommy, please don’t run. Please take us, mommy.”
Maria chimed in “You told us no running today, mom.”
To her credit, she is correct. I usually say that on Saturday morning when I get up for my Saturday morning workout – “don’t worry, guys, I will not go tomorrow.” Typically, it works out that I don’t go on Sundays but this was one Sunday that I could get out.
Within 45 seconds, both of them had huge, heartbreaking tears running down their faces and were clinging to me as if it was my last day with them on Earth. Jon kept pushing me to go and I wanted to so badly but… I just couldn’t. Call me weak, call me a sucker, call me a push-over. I am probably all of them. But, I could not leave them.
So, they asked for it. They got bundled up, I threw them in the stroller, and we were off. When we first took off, I was hesitant to go too far because I had not run with them in the stroller for a while and my left IT band is killing me. But, next thing I know, we are on the bike trail, playing the ABC game and looking at birds chirping up in still bare trees. We strolled up to Route 33, which I thought would make them yell “That is enough mom” (it is about 2 miles from home) but instead they wanted more so we kept trekking. We landed at Bicentennial Park with the statues that we used to visit when I worked downtown and they went to school downtown.
Maria remembered all of the statues, she remembered the “Dora Boat” (Santa Maria boat)’ she remembered going on the boat with her dad and me years ago and seeing different zoo animals they were displaying at the same time. Her memory is amazing, but then again I guess she is only four (almost five!) and does not have nearly as much crud sitting in there as I do! We played around, climbed on the statues, talked about which animal we would be if we had a choice, met a police officer passing by, and watched the geese and ducks in the river. Finally, it was time to head back and I just kept praying that my right leg would hold up and that M&M would not pitch a fit half way back screaming that they were hungry or wanted to walk or needed water.
To my surprise, we all made it. We were about two blocks away when a clap of lightning stuck and little rain droplets starting falling on our heads.
“Hurry Mom, we have to get home! The rain is coming! Go faster!”
We made it to the porch without getting soaked. I got a round of “high-fives” when I get M&M out of the stroller and we headed into the house ready for lunch and a long, rainy-day nap.