Reality vs Mom

I like to think that when my children think about their grade school years and what I was like as a mother they’ll think about the Y’s Annual Indoor Family Triathalon. We’ve done it twice now, and it’s a lot of fun. It’s also a little weird since I HATE to run and can’t ride a bike.

I like to think that my kids will remember that I woke up at 6 am on a Sunday, to do something fun for them. That I was willing to change our routine and do something different, skipping Sunday school in favor of a healthy family activity.

I’d like to think that they’ll think about me pushing past my comfort zone and running and riding a bike because it was healthy and fun, and it showed them that it’s good to push past your comfort zone.

I like to imagine them telling others how I cheered loudly for every child, but cheered the loudest for them. That they’ll remember the woman who runs the event saying, “Your family is always so much fun.” That they’ll remember how I willingly embarrassed myself to get our entire wave laughing and ringing the bike bells on the stationary bikes while all the other waves we saw were stone-faced and serious.

I hope they’ll remember that after the Triathalon we ate the offered bananas and oranges, and then high-tailed it to Dunkin’ Donuts, because, come on!

I like to imagine them remembering all of that. But I know what they’ll really remember. They’ll remember that this morning, when they were tired and worn out from the triathalon, I yelled at them to get dressed and get on the bus.

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