School started this week and we got back on our schedule of early morning scripture reading to accommodate everyone's comings and goings. I arranged to have it start 10 minutes earlier than last year so I could squeeze in some exercise time.
I was so proud of myself as I left my house all ready to go at 6:15 on Tuesday morning only to find the universe was conspiring against me and the gym was closed for the first week of it's 2 week annual deep clean closing.. Drat. I forgot. (Shows you how long it has been since I went to the gym)
I was, however, UNDETERRED! Mason had decided to go play basketball at the gym while I was on the elliptical so he was with me and I asked him if he'd like to go walk around the hospital mile path with me. He did. He had his soccer ball with him and I listened to my ipod while he dribbled and ran and kicked within my field of vision and we got a mile in. (He probably got 2 miles to my one)
Wednesday morning we started out again, this time determined to get in 2 miles since we wouldn't be wasting time driving to a closed gym. He stayed right with me and i never turned my ipod on and we had a great time talking and walking.
I was feeling pretty good about spending time with my little munchkin but it obviously wasn't enough because that night he said "mom... are there any extra jobs I could do to earn special time with you? we could play soccer or something"
Is your heart melting right now??? Mine was. Melting and a little pinched with guilt for being so darn busy. I said "no job necessary! Lets go play soccer instead of walking tomorrow morning."
His answering grin was a sight to behold.
We had a great time. He had me play goalie so he could practice his kicks. I was dismal. I am just not able to throw my whole body into the save. I'm a little scared of twisting, breaking or pulling something but still.. I did try. Then he practiced goalie and I tried kicking. I did much better at offense and even scored a couple points. It was so fun and my heart was pumping and my boy was smiling and it was a good morning.
After school he walked in the door in tears, his soccer ball in his hands with a gaping hole. "What happened??"
He had thrown his ball to his friend as they walked home. His friend dropped it into the street and a big truck ran over it.
I'm so glad I didn't put off the playin!. I know he will get a new ball fairly soon as he eats, drinks and breathes soccer, but saying yes! today made me happy and him happy and that little pinch of guilt that regularly squeezes my heart since I started school lessened just a tiny bit. I hope he keeps telling me what he needs and I hope keep listening.
Imlay Canyon
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