I returned from a run yesterday, and Mister, who was watching the kids, tells me he found a piece of poop on the carpet and can’t figure out where it came from. “Did you check Kiki’s diaper?” I ask.
“Yes, and it was fine. I asked Bunder if he pooped his pants and he said no. I checked and his underwear were clean,” Mister continues, “I have no idea where the poop came from.”
The case of the mystery poop … one of many little anecdotes I hear upon returning home from a run.
Don’t worry; I’m not going to talk about running – not here anyway. I started a new blog specifically for that topic. Mister says, those who want to read about Mommy-world, don’t care about Marathon-world and vice versa.
I’ve pointed out to him, I do have a small following of mostly family who will read everything I write –God love ‘em! I don’t even care if they chat about me behind my back – isn’t that the crux of blogging – giving people something to discuss.
Where was I? Oh, yes. I was talking about how I’m not going to talk about running. Except to say, these past five months of marathon training have been wonderful for our family. The kids have grown more attached to Mister. They’re less dependent on Mommy. I’ve made new friends through Rogue, the running group I joined. And I’ve found a much-needed balance to my life in the Mother-world.
Let’s face it, we, stay-at-home-moms, are with our kids day-in and day-out. We have certain ways of doing things, and we might just think those certain ways are the right ways. This can be frustrating for the other caregivers in the household (so I’m told). My running schedule provides quality time for Mister and the kids to play without my interference (as if I interfere – “Don’t throw her in the air – that’s bad for her brain! Don’t swing him like that! You’ll dislocate his shoulder!”)
Now, Bunder often says to me, “It’s time for you to go running, Mommy. Bye-bye!”
When I wasn’t working toward a goal, the marathon, I found numerous excuses to stay home and not get out of the house. In turn, I denied myself a much-needed break. Doesn’t everyone perform better with regular time to reflect and recharge?
My advice to you, stay-at-home-moms, is find something – anything you’re passionate about that doesn’t directly relate to your family and foster that interest. Sometimes, in order to be great at something, you have to take a step-back. Thomas Merton said, “Happiness is not a matter of intensity, but of balance, order, rhythm, and harmony.”
Running has helped me find order within my family, but I’m not talking about running on this blog, so you tell me. What gives you balance? What do you like to do outside of raising your children to bring harmony to your world?