The Life of A Mother

Sunday, February 15, 2009

A group of friends and I have been training for a race that starts in Prescott and ends in Mesa. There are 12 of us and each runs 3 different times in a 24 hour period. We did it last year and got 2nd in for all female teams. We are excited and anxious as it is in 2 weeks. Anyways, we all decided to do a half marathon out here in Queen Creek for a cancer fund raiser called London's Run. We were all ready and prepared. Matt and the girls left Friday to Utah for GG's b-day party. Noah woke up that morning throwing up, not being able to keep anything down. I'm thinking, no problem this usually goes away within 24 hours, I will still be able to do my race. Saturday morning came and the poor little guy is still throwing up. No race for me. As I start to get tears in my eyes and getting bitter that Matt is gone a feeling of peace came to my heart, and I was so grateful to be a mom. Then I think, "What! I have trained and worked so hard for this." True, but Matt needs to see his grandma and this is the life of a Mother, taking care of her children. I was fine after that and Noah and I spent all weekend on the couch watching t.v. with a bowl by our side. He went 4 days not being able to keep anything down. Needless to say he lost a lot of weight and is now addicted to t.v.!