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Grateful Mama

I once had an idea to write a book called “A Year of Ungratitude.”  You read that right.  I said UN-gratitude.  It was just after 9-11, we were living in Brooklyn, everything was scary and kind of sucked, and I was one pessimistic chick.  That book idea (as well as many others…another topic for another day) never happened.  This was partly (mostly?) because I never wrote more than a few pages, and mostly (partly?) because cynicism is exhausting.

Thank goodness that book never happened, and thank goodness I discovered my inner Grateful Mama!  In honor of Thanksgiving 2012, here are a few things for which I’m grateful (in no special order…and besides all the obvious stuff like family, friends, good health, blah blah):

I’m grateful for school uniforms.  I never thought I’d say that.  I’m definitely a freedom of expression kind of gal, but uniforms are so easy and neat (and adorable).  I can’t wait to get Riley in one.

I’m grateful that Riley sleeps in his own bed…occasionally.  When he doesn’t sleep in his bed, I’m grateful when he focuses his flailing arms and legs on Mike.

I’m grateful that the October lice outbreak at school spared our family (this time).

I’m grateful for a clean colon.  On second thought, perhaps clean isn’t the best adjective.  How about this: I’m grateful for a colon clear of polyps.  With five years until my next colonoscopy, I can focus my energy on old and new medical mysteries like the numbness in my left ankle (still there!), my slightly swollen thyroid for which I’m having an ultrasound tomorrow morning (fun!), and my low platelet count (blood test results coming soon to a theater near you!).

I’m grateful for the Green Dream smoothie at Whole Foods.  I’m also grateful that I’ve trained myself to simultaneously swipe my credit card and look the other way when it’s time to pay for it.  Isn’t good health worth $6.99 plus tax?  (You latte sipping and Frappuccino slurping addicts have no idea what expensive is.)

I’m grateful for the glorious Florida “winter,” which enables me to run with ease…which makes it okay for me to eat sweet potato fries…and helps me relieve stress…and allows me to maintain my sanity (sorta) during the madness of the holidays…and keeps me out of the mall (mostly)…and makes me sleep like a %&*$# baby (slightly less so when Riley’s extremities are within striking distance).

I’m grateful that people read my blog.  Seriously.  I’ll never take it for granted that I write stuff that people relate to or think is funny.

I’m grateful for my husband who leaves me sweet and silly notes above the coffee maker on the mornings when he wakes up crazy early to go to work so he can come home in time to play with the kids for an hour before they go to sleep.  This, my friends, is romance for the married-ten-plus-years-with-children-and-pets set.  No, really, it is romantic.  I look forward to these notes.  I expect these notes.  (Did you hear that, honey?  If you stop writing these notes, I’ll be pissed.)

I’m grateful that in 27 days I’ll be setting sail toward the Caribbean with a cocktail in one hand and my husband’s hand in the other.  (Either that or a second cocktail because there ain’t nothin’ wrong with double-fisting on the first night of a vacay sans kids.)  I’ll be giddy about the voyage ahead, and I’ll miss my boys like crazy before the ship even leaves the port, but I need to miss my boys.  I really need the chance to miss them.  I need to miss them badly so I can know how deeply and strongly I love them.  That, and I need to rest up to survive their (long) two-week winter break from school that starts as soon as we get back.

I’m grateful for writing inspiration from smart, funny, and creative women, including Tina Fey (Bossypants) and Mindy Kaling (Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?), both of whom wrote books that I started and actually finished this year.  No small feat!

I’m grateful for Dylan’s perfect attendance record in Kindergarten (so far).   This early (and insignificant) achievement probably won’t get him into Harvard (although it reflects an admirable and distinctive sense of responsibility, dedication, and punctuality), but if you look deeper into the numbers, you’ll discover (1) a kid who likes school enough not to con his Mama into staying home by employing the use of a fake cough or over-exaggerated sneeze, and (2) a Mama who gets her kid up, fed, brushed, fluffed, dressed, and at school on time every single day.

I’m grateful for Riley’s giggle and his mean face, and I’m grateful he knows the definition of hypothesis: “an idea that you can test.”  While we’re on the subject, I’m grateful for “Dinosaur Train” and every other television show that’s turned my kids into TV zombies and simultaneously taught them sophisticated vocabulary words, Spanish, and how to count in multiples of ten.

I could go on (and on and on), but I’d much rather hear about what you’re grateful for this year.  Share your thoughts in the comments section…I’ll be grateful if you do!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Hills Are No Big Deal And Life. Is. Sweet

Well, I ran my 5K on Saturday morning and kicked some sweet potato butt.  Thank you new sneakers!

I had the fastest pace since I started training.  And there wasn’t just one monster hill (a valley, actually…I’ll explain in a minute) but a second one near the end.  I was definitely a Crazy Sweet Potato Fries Talking Mama, but it really wasn’t necessary.

You see, I ran the race along side hundreds of fire fighters, police officers, and first responders in full gear – tanks, masks, helmets, coats, boots and more – in honor of the first responders who perished on September 11, 2001.  It was the Steven Siller Tunnel to Towers Run.  On September 11th, Siller, a New York City fire fighter, ran through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel with 60 pounds of gear on his back to get to the World Trade Center where he lost his life saving others.

Yeah, compared to that, the hills were no big deal.

As the anniversary of September 11th approaches each year, I usually I get an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach.  But this year’s been different.  Maybe it’s because I’m busy with the boys or because the Presidential election monopolizes the news.  Or maybe it’s because eleven years is enough time to finally take the sting out of the wound.

When I signed up for the 5K , I knew it was in honor of September 11th, but I was so focused on the physical training that I didn’t think about what the race would look or feel like.  Well, at 6:30 a.m. on Saturday morning, when I emerged from the parking garage in downtown Fort Lauderdale and witnessed all of this…

…I was overcome with emotion.  Mike, who was home with the boys, called at about 7:20 a.m. to wish me luck and all I could do was cry.  I was a hot sweet potato mess, but I pulled myself together and managed to snap a self-portrait to mark the occasion before the race began.

As if the race weren’t special enough, the city gave permission for the course to actually go through the Henry E. Kinney Tunnel (most downtown Fort Lauderdale 5Ks bypass the tunnel because they can’t get the permit to go through it).  This is the valley I mentioned earlier.  The hard part about the infamous hill is that the downhill part comes first.  I was concerned about my endurance until I noticed who was running in front, along side and behind me.

Yeah, no big deal.  In fact, running down into the tunnel was exhilarating.  Everyone yelled and cheered the whole way through, and even though running up and out was hard…

(not steep, but long)

…It. Was. Incredible.

After I conquered the tunnel, the wave of emotions and tears began to recede, and by the end of the race (and a surprise second hill!), I was tired, but inspired and proud.   I didn’t get sucked into a sinkhole for buying a new pair of shoes before I finished the race (the sneakers rocked, by the way), I spent the afternoon at a birthday party, and that evening, I ate sushi instead of sweet potato fries, but the sentiment was the same.

Today, I had a dentist appointment where I had yet another awkward opportunity to stare at this framed picture of the World Trade Center on the wall while the hygienist scraped my teeth.

Why?!?!?!

Tomorrow, if MSNBC airs the “Today” show footage from September 11, 2001, I’ll turn the channel because it’s too hard to watch.  I’ll attend a PTO meeting at Dylan’s school, pack up organic fruits and vegetables at Riley’s school, go for a run, and be grateful for one more year (maybe) where the boys are too young to ask questions about that remarkably sunny September morning.   For dinner, I’ll make homemade roasted sweet potato wedges because, if September 11th has taught me anything, it’s that hills are no big deal and Life. Is. Sweet.

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