It’s Mother’s Day as I write this. This year, I was tired just thinking about wrangling up my kids, dressing them up, hauling them off to brunch or whatever it is we’re supposed to do. So this year instead, my husband took the kids out for the day and I just finished up a 13 mile gloriously muddy and hilly trail run alone. Just me, the wind in the trees, and the birds. Well, to be honest, my anxiety joined me at first, but the run proved successful, as the birds and the rustly new spring leaves cast out my anxious thoughts and left them in the forest where they belong.
If today is about celebrating my motherhood, I kinda want a break from it. I don’t particularly want to take a deep dive into being a mother more than usual today. I’m tired, man! Maybe it’s because my kids are still young, but I want to celebrate by having some guilt-free time to not take care of anyone, when I can think without interruption and feel my body, strong and individual and part of the Earth, independent of my parental status. I am a mother, a mother runner in fact, but I’m still me! Read more >>