As I drive past her, I can’t help but notice the way her ponytail sways with each stride. Her hand grips the jogging stroller, moving steadily uphill while she manages both herself and a cranky toddler. I see her little one, bundled up, clutching a sippy cup that will surely find its way onto the ground at least 15 times during their journey. Her expression is a mix of determination and exhaustion, a testament to the effort it took to carve out just 30 minutes for herself. I recognize that look because I was once in her shoes.
Back when my kids were little, I often felt overwhelmed by the monotony of naptimes, piles of laundry, and toddler tantrums. As the primary caregiver, I bore the weight of daily parenting challenges. My partner helped when he could, but most days, I collapsed onto the couch, drained and with a pounding headache, mindlessly watching TV until it was time for bed. Self-care was a distant thought; I was too busy managing the chaos of motherhood.
A friend of mine saw the toll it was taking on me and encouraged me to join her for a run one warm summer evening. Reluctantly, I agreed, motivated by the promise of a post-run glass of wine. That first run was a struggle. I gasped for breath, lagging behind my friend who was clearly more fit. But when we finished, she beamed at me, her cheeks flushed, and said, “Wasn’t that invigorating?” I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew there was something valuable about this workout.
That summer, I committed to making time for myself. I transformed into the mom with the ponytail, trotting along behind a jogging stroller, snacks and sippy cups packed alongside bottles of water and energy gels. I became the mom who had to pause for tantrums and dropped toys, standing at busy intersections, wishing for more considerate drivers. I learned to tackle those hills, all while my toddler screamed that he wanted to go home “now.”
Ultimately, I discovered that prioritizing my well-being didn’t mean neglecting my kids. As I watch the mom in her colorful running gear, I want her to know I see her struggle. I understand the challenge of getting a squirming child ready and into the stroller while they protest against missing their favorite show. I remember that first mile, where the stroller felt like a weighty burden, and the temptation to turn back loomed large. I can still feel the grip on the stroller handle and the jarring as she navigates the bumps in the road.
Most importantly, I see how empowered she looks, and I smile as I drive past. When I glance in the rearview mirror, I notice that satisfied expression; she knows she’s a force to be reckoned with.
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In summary, to all the fierce moms out there, whether you’re pushing a stroller or juggling life’s demands, know that your efforts matter. Embrace the challenge and take pride in your journey!
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