I worked with Molly and during the second session I spilled my guts. I told her how scared I was, how out of shape I was, I confessed that I probably wasn’t going to do anything to help my body unless I had already paid for it and was going to avoid the guilt of having wasted money.
If you’re an Okie, you probably remember a time when Garth Brooks was on everyone’s radar. I was never a huge country music fan, but I can sing along with a few little ditties when I hear them. One song that I remember vividly is “Unanswered Prayers.”
I might write a bunch of fan-fic that should never have been written, or face-plant off my pogo stick, or lose my cell phone (I don’t even know where it is right now..) but I will exist while I’m doing it.
In fact, our puppy experience was more like training for the impending trials of marriage and parenthood. We joke that our marriage preparation course was administered by a 50 pound slobbering baby.
“Kendy, there are 3 really important things in life. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind. If you get one right out of the three, I’ll be happy.”
When I watch the Disney Channel with my daughter and start singing and dancing along to the songs, the look of horror on her face would make a passerby think she’d seen a ghost.
“How did he KNOW that?” I wondered. I looked around the room. There were only three others working out.
Our universes had intersected with mutually difficult and physically taxing days that had put both of us over our ability-to-manage threshold.
What you won’t know, however, is that I don’t actually KNOW these people, at least in the traditional sense. You see, I follow blogs…lots of them.
In these moments, when I’m kidnapping my own children from their grandparents’ house, I feel unsettled, disconnected, and a little like I’m watching my life go by from behind a pane of glass rather than out living it.
I want her to celebrate all the traits that make her unique and special. Otherwise, the opinions or unkind words of others may become her measure of success, beauty and worth.
Even though this independence comes with the toddler territory, I’m just as guilty of possessing the “Me do it myself!” mentality. I don’t need anyone’s help because I can handle it.