This morning I had planned on going to an open water swim with the tri club. I was very much looking forward to it. Two days ago when I found out my oldest had soccer practice at 8, I told him I would have to drop him off at 7:15, because I had to be at the beach, half an hour from the school, by 7:45. He was okay with that. Even arranged for someone to come meet him to shoot goals for extra practice.
Oh, wait, I have two sons. What about Bubba? I could bring him to the beach, and he could sit there and play while I swam. But, I couldn't ask people who don't know him, and he doesn't know, to keep an eye on him while I swam a mile. The boy is painfully shy. He would never go for that. I could ask my parents, but he gets up early, and they don't. They deserve to sleep in on a Saturday. they did say it was okay, so I was all set to go.
As of last night when I went to bed, I was going to the OWS, The Big One was going to soccer, and Bubba was going to stay with my parents. As of 6:15 this morning when my alarm went off, I was still planning on all of this. But, by 6:30, those plans changed. I came into the room to grab my bag, and the two beautiful blue eyes laying in my bed were staring at me. "Mom, please don't go swimming." I climbed in bed to smooch him goodbye, and he laid on the guilt trip BIG time. You are always going off and racing. You never spend time with me.
I started to rethink my plan. I was making my oldest get up earlier than needed, and I was going to drive an extra hour, waste a lot of gas, and most likely be late picking him up after practice because I wanted to go do a mile swim to train for a race that I am probably not doing. And I only get to spend every other weekend with my babies. Did I really want to leave my little one for 4 hours on one of these precious Saturdays?
So, today, mommy trumped triathlete. The Big One only got to practice 30 minutes early (since others were planning on meeting him) Bubba and I went to breakfast at Denny's and bought all of his back to school supplies (which could inspire an entire blog post in itself, 6 large glue sticks per kid...) and I missed the last chance to swim in open water for the year. I'm okay with that though. I love those two boys more than triathlon. They will always come first. Someday soon, they won't need me anymore, and I will wish that I could have these moments back. No regrets. Being a mommy will always be my number one priority.
Oh, wait, I have two sons. What about Bubba? I could bring him to the beach, and he could sit there and play while I swam. But, I couldn't ask people who don't know him, and he doesn't know, to keep an eye on him while I swam a mile. The boy is painfully shy. He would never go for that. I could ask my parents, but he gets up early, and they don't. They deserve to sleep in on a Saturday. they did say it was okay, so I was all set to go.
As of last night when I went to bed, I was going to the OWS, The Big One was going to soccer, and Bubba was going to stay with my parents. As of 6:15 this morning when my alarm went off, I was still planning on all of this. But, by 6:30, those plans changed. I came into the room to grab my bag, and the two beautiful blue eyes laying in my bed were staring at me. "Mom, please don't go swimming." I climbed in bed to smooch him goodbye, and he laid on the guilt trip BIG time. You are always going off and racing. You never spend time with me.
I started to rethink my plan. I was making my oldest get up earlier than needed, and I was going to drive an extra hour, waste a lot of gas, and most likely be late picking him up after practice because I wanted to go do a mile swim to train for a race that I am probably not doing. And I only get to spend every other weekend with my babies. Did I really want to leave my little one for 4 hours on one of these precious Saturdays?
So, today, mommy trumped triathlete. The Big One only got to practice 30 minutes early (since others were planning on meeting him) Bubba and I went to breakfast at Denny's and bought all of his back to school supplies (which could inspire an entire blog post in itself, 6 large glue sticks per kid...) and I missed the last chance to swim in open water for the year. I'm okay with that though. I love those two boys more than triathlon. They will always come first. Someday soon, they won't need me anymore, and I will wish that I could have these moments back. No regrets. Being a mommy will always be my number one priority.
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