Sometimes I lose track of why I work so hard, and then sometimes my toddler tapes a video for me, and it inspires this:
Whatever I may or may not be succeeding at on a given day, I’m raising a daughter who thinks pushups are fun and who will choose fruit over every dessert every time, who stops eating when she’s full whether it means leaving two bites or ten, and who tells me that she’s proud of me for going to the gym. That’s more than enough for me.
Inspired by the kidlet, we did some strength training together this morning (tricep exercises, bicep curls, shoulder raises, crunches, and leg raises) and then chased each other around the park, up the stairs, down the slides, up the ladders, and over the rock walls for half an hour. I feel awesome. She feels awesome. We’ve laughed all morning, while Aaron celebrated a peaceful Fathers Day at home, sleeping in and changing the oil.
