This morning I went for a run with my oldest daughter Reece. Just the two of us. It was like the olden days before Vera joined the family. Reece and I ran often. We run a lot now too, but as a party of three instead of two.
The run with my original mini running buddy reminded me of the evolution of my identity as a runner over the past two years.
Runner –> Runner with kid –> Pregnant runner with kid –> Runner with two kids
Running has been a source of stability for me. It has been more than that – it has been a coping mechanism, a place to be free, a source of challenge and accomplishment. It’s like a thread-line that links different stages or chapters together. In particular, it has been a constant during my entree into motherhood.
Between Reece and my sporadic conversations this morning, I thought of how much my life, much like my runs, has stretched, adapted and changed to make room for all that it is today. It wasn’t as much as a jog (ha!) down memory lane, as it was an appreciation for the evolution of my life. Where and who I have been is linked to where and who and with whom I am today.
As we came around the corner of the home-stretch this morning, Reece shouted, “We made it!” Her declaration was like an echo of my own thoughts – I made it. I am this woman who is a wife and a mom and a runner and a lover of life. I made it.