The other morning I set out for a nice long run with
Reese in the baby jogger.
As soon as I'd walked for a bit and was ready to start running
Reese begged me to get out of the baby jogger and walk.
"Okay, but just for a few minutes and then you need to get back in."
Her footwear of choice that morning were Aspen's high healed
dress shoes that happened to be
3-4 sizes too big.
My footwear of choice were running shoes, because I was going running.
She walked in the gravel, then walked/balanced along on the new gutter concrete,
she even paused for a brief down dog stretch at one point.
Soon it was time for Mommy to run.
"Okay Reese, time to get back into the baby jogger."
"Mommy, I am a big girl and I do not need to sit in the
baby jogger because I can walk just as fast as you."
That was when I had a choice to make.
I had not been able to get out for a run in quite a while.
I really wanted to run.
The weather was perfect, not too hot or muggy and
I had all the energy I needed to run...
but Reese is three, she is my last child that will ever be three and that morning
Reese just wanted to walk alongside her Mommy.
So we walked and walked and walked at a slow and steady three-year-old
(with high heals) pace...
and walking became okay, in fact, walking became wonderful.
I watched this precious little part of me
as determined as she could be, to walk, not ride, with Mommy.
Soon enough she wanted to be in charge of pushing the jogger, but because she cannot see over the handle, the jogger ended up off the path every several steps.
On the path off the path on the path off the path...water break.
Push the jogger hard, run to catch up to the jogger, fall down, skin knee, repeat.
The longer I watched her the more beautiful this change of plans
felt to my content mother heart.
Life is short.
Childhood is short.
I'm thankful for the "change in plans" that motherhood consistently offers and requires.
Many of those moments provide beautiful lessons and that mold and shape my character in a way that no other life experience could.
And sure enough, several days later I was able to go for an early morning run,
and the sky was breathtaking,
and my heart was smiling...
because I made the choice to change my plans several days prior...
and to let my three-year-old walk beside me.
I took these pictures with my cell phone.
This is all right around where I live!
I have a lovely life.
Raising four determined, spit-fire girls is trying, no doubt...
it's hard and I cry and sometimes I just want to be a kid again myself,
but it's also beautiful and priceless
and has changed me in ways I could have never imagined.