Today I ran the farthest I’ve run in a full year. And, if you know my pre- baby- running-loving self you understand that 5 miles being the farthest I’ve run in 12 months has not come easy to me. But I’m celebrating because my run today was pain free, and my lungs didn’t feel like they were going to explode, and i let go of old pace expectations and let my mind go and it just felt so so good. Coming back to ourselves postpartum is hard work. And I’m working hard on not comparing my current self with my past self. Because my past self didn’t grow to term and birth 2 healthy, beautiful babies. And while I slept a lot more, ran a lot faster (and farther), showered whenever i wanted, and wore jeans a size smaller, my current self wouldn’t wish to trade any of those things for these crazy days and amazing kids. Almost 3 months postpartum and I’m working on wasting less time thinking about the old me, being proud of where i am today and being as present as possible with my sweet babies- who are growing way to fast. And as a dear friend recently told me... f*%* the jeans.
I didn’t know that when you came into my life YOU would then come into my life. My heart is so full.
I suddenly realized my kids aren’t going to remember (or know for that matter) if part of the planned desserts don’t get made, their Christmas jammies are dirty or if the cinnamon rolls don’t perfectly rise. I was starting to get lost in the details but thankfully these sweet faces pulled me back. We’ll be over here making pretend cupcakes and having jingle bells dance parties🎤🎵in dirty jammies and filthy floors. 😝And it’s all just perfect.