I’m not a mom. By choice. But that doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate Mother’s Day. So today I spent the morning walking/running a 5K with my sister and super awesome niece. Those of you who know me know I hit the pavement weekly, sometimes daily, putting in the miles. But sometimes its nice to forgo my routine and spend some slower time putting in my miles. And sometimes those times are when I learn the most.
Here’s what I discovered this morning:
The husband is ALWAYS willing to get up at the ass crack of dawn to drive me to and support me at a run. Besides…we get to see awesome sunrises.
My niece is always happy to see me and always willing to chat my ear off (I have no idea where that comes from).
My niece LOVES to go fast in her stroller…and screams “weee” as we pick up speed.
There are lots of women in KC who love celebrating being a woman and being fit on their Mother’s Day when they could be sleeping in.
I think the sister and I could get around more slow walkers if we would teach my niece to yell “move” as we came up from behind.
By the look on her face, my niece also thinks its strange some women run in tutus.
While my sister could not get her to leave her “first time participant” tiara on, the husband was charming enough to talk her into it.
My sister loves being a mom.
My niece thinks the husband is one funny guy.
And finally, when you ask my niece for a good bye kiss, she declines but instead invites you to smell her feet.
Happy Mother’s Day!