It all started around 3 am when my baby woke up with a stuffy nose. We all know how uncomfortable that can be right? So, there I was, half-asleep but fully in mom mode, giving my little munchkin a shower to help her breathe easier. Who needs sleep when your baby needs relief!
After tending to my little one, I attempted to return to dreamland, only to find my mind buzzing with thoughts about my son’s reading struggles. His report card was excellent for the most part, but the teacher suggested emphasis on improving his French vocabulary and reading. So instead of succumbing to sleep, I found myself delving into French educational resources, determined to find new ways to support his learning journey. Hey, might as well make the most of those sleepless moments, right?
As the morning sun started to peek through, my alarm rudely interrupted my limited slumber. Naturally, I was tempted to hit the snooze button and skip my workout. The allure of staying cozy in bed was hard to resist, and a string of excuses flooded my mind. But deep down, I knew that giving in would only hinder my progress. So, summoning my inner strength, I cast aside the excuses and mustered the determination to embark on my morning run.
Then came the next hurdle—a frantic search for my headphones. They seemed to have vanished into thin air! Frustrated but determined, I made a split-second decision to leave them behind and embrace the unexpected freedom of running without the comfort of music in my ears.
With a touch of rebelliousness, I pressed play on my Eminem playlist and let the music fill the air around me. As I pounded the pavement, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of liberation. The lyrics and beats echoed through the streets, and for that brief moment, it was just me, the rhythm of my footsteps, and the indomitable spirit within.
Despite the rocky start and the absence of my usual running companions, I conquered that run with a mix of determination and resilience. The feeling of accomplishment washed over me as I pushed through the challenges. It’s incredible what we can achieve when we silence our doubts and tap into our inner strength.
3.5 months postpartum
I just dropped off the kids at school but I can’t help but feel a tad guilty that I can’t fully indulge in a lazy day of napping because my oldest stepdaughter is on summer break.
But hey, motherhood is a juggling act, my friends. We gotta find that balance between taking care of our loved ones and taking care of ourselves.
Cheers to all the superhero moms out there who tackle the challenges of motherhood with grace and resilience.
Until next time,
Miri
Reclaiming MomBod 