When I fell in love with Jeff, I didn’t know he was a runner. He hadn’t been in the habit when we got married. It wasn’t until after the birth of our first son, when he contracted Guillain Barre syndrome and was paralyzed, that I chose to harness “running” by challenging him to walk the Bix 7 road-race with me.So, you see, I have only myself to blame.
I have never had much of an athletic side, however, running was obviously a very good thing – for Jeff. I started to become knowledgeable about this way of life. Naturally, I heard of “runner’s widows,” but remember, I was the one that encouraged this. Looking up antonyms, I have settled on “give favour to” – this sounds right to me. I periodically, volunteer to help at some of the races. I even tried it out – yes, I completed a marathon – once – mostly walking – in Hawaii!
Although I am not a runner, I do appreciate it. I do enjoy traveling – and planning – and now find pleasure in planning trips where Jeff can add to the states where he has completed marathons and I can enjoy new places and faces – and welcome the familiar, as well.
One day is never enough for those who are the most important to us. Although our fathers may have gone on to heaven, they are on our minds and in our hearts. This weekend, however, I am spending with my husband – the best father our boys could know.
One of our common joys in life is exploring with our dog, Charlie. At a place called Spoon River, we discovered a little trail that led to a darling little bridge. All three of us enjoyed the scenery.
This morning, my husband was pleased to hear from both boys – one of which is already a wonderful father. We continued our little explorations – discovering rustic scenery.
By the end of the day, Charlie was ready to drive. I keep telling him, dogs are not allowed to drive. Fortunately, he takes this well and returns to his soft travel crate.
Celebrated in the United States for over a hundred years, mothers and motherhood have been honored for many centuries. Mixed emotions and sentiments abound in relation to this day.
Remembering: My mother loved and cared for me from before I was born until she died when I was seventeen. She taught me about unconditional love. I will always remember her.
Loving: My mother-in-law opened her home and her heart to me before her son became more than a best friend. She taught me about acceptance. I will always love her.
Cherishing: My daughter-in-law is the daughter I never had – she is the love of my son’s life – and the best mother my grandchildren could possibly have. I will always cherish her.
Grief and celebration: Over the years, I have come to know countless women affected by motherhood. Every one has a “mother story” of their own. There is grief for the children who are not in this world and there is celebration for the children who are expected to be.
Whatever your personal “mother story” holds, remember and know love.