I listen to the pounding of my feet against the ground and
the inhale and exhale of my breath. One
arm is gently swinging back and forth in rhythm with the beat of my shoes on
the ground. The other arm is stretched
out, hand carefully grasping the handle of a stroller.
As I propel the stroller along we sneak in and out of
shadow, in and out of sunlight. I look
down at my son snuggled into the stroller, eyes closed tightly against the sun,
arm wrapped around the toy we brought along for the ride. His lips and chubby cheeks gently bounce
along with the wheels of the stroller as we glide over cracks and bumps. He is so content. He learned to love the movement before he was
even born, to nap to the gentle sway of a body in motion.
I feel it inside me.
I know this is what I was meant to be, both a runner and a mom. I feel it at the core of my being, to the
inner most depths of my soul. I was
meant to do this. My body somehow was made
for both of these things, so different but in some way connected. I am a runner. I am a mom.
This was meant to be, meant for me.
This is what I’m meant to do.
Linking up with Ashley:
Those CHEEKS! I bet you kiss them all the time! I love watching Liam's bounce when we go over bumps.
ReplyDeleteChubby cheeks are the best. I kiss them constantly.
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