I have been getting in shape lately, a product of my recent "I'm turning 30" self-improvement frenzy.
Well, that and the fact that I'm now beyond the simultaneously fleeting and endless "body snatching" phase of parenting (encompassing pregnancy and well over a year of nursing." Suddenly my baby is 18 months old, and I feel like a new woman.... my own woman!
Anyway, I've always wanted to do yoga on a more regular basis, so now I try to work it in a few days a week. I've also always enjoyed a good run... or more accurately, a good meandering jog. So this afternoon, I popped Elliot into the jogging stroller and took off...
*Gasp!* I completely forgot my walkman. (yes, walkman... my propensity to drop things prevents me from finicky new-fangled gadgets like iPods.... plus I just want to listen to the radio)
Too lazy (and winded!) to turn back, I went with it. You can guess what happened.
That's right, Evelyn, the newly discovered star of "Upturned Stones" whispered in my ear about all sorts of odds and ends. The recent decline in her mother's health; her desperate attempt to reap something fruitful from that relationship before it was too late; bits of info about her teenage daughters; and her overwhelming sense of something passing her by. Something important.
I would have missed all of it if I'd had my earphones on, blaring the latest pirate attack in my ear along with upsetting updates about the ongoing senate race (I'm a Minnesota Public Radio addict).
I also would have missed 18 month old Elliot Rose's random observations. She frequently burst into joyful claps and shouted "ruff, ruff, ruff" at neighborhood dogs out for their own walk. "Mommy, mommy" she would chant until I stopped to huff a breathless "What honey?" in her ear. From the toddler chatter that followed, I could make out "puppy" and "boots" and "swing," though I have no idea what her thought process might have been.
In the silence left by the missing walkman, she and I were able to enjoy each other, and at the same time, I was able to tune into a character that seems to be demanding the spotlight.
As you might expect, my sad, tired, dented old walkman is tucked safely in a drawer. Until Minnesota's harsh winter overtakes us again sometime next November, I'll be steeling off for a jog with my baby and my characters every chance I get.
Gems worth Re-Reading
About Growing Baby Doing Good Together Elliot Rose Family Rituals Fie Flora and Fauna For the Love of Learning Greenish In My Opinion Just for Laughs Just for Me Making Tinkles Maya Mindfulness Mmm... So Tastey NaNoWriMo News of the Day Noveling Photo Friday Sewing Sisterly Love Sweet Dreams The Chicken Ladies the end Tonsils We like to Move It Move It Wonderment