meditations of a blueberry

I have two boys. Two very busy boys. One almost three old who is still learning boundaries, and one ten month old who has decided he's older than he is and wants to continuously tackle his older brother. I feel like all I do all day is put out fires. I'm a snack dispensing, diaper changing, owie kissing, mess cleaning, baby saving machine who lives on Starbucks coffee more often than I'd like to admit. But all the stress, all the frustration, and all the sleep deprivation is worth it when I hear giggling and turn around to see this:  And there we have it. That's why I wanted more than one child. 

In November, I embarked on a journey that would change my life. A journey that would train my body and my mind to push me to places I never in my wildest dreams thought were possible. A journey that would result in a smaller body, but a stronger body. A journey that I thought would culminate with the half marathon on May 5. A journey that I am now realizing doesn't end just because I cross that finish line. The half marathon in Vancouver doesn't signal "the end." Instead, it is just another step in the journey. A journey that has had many twists and turns, mountains and valleys, and a lot of much needed emotional and spiritual support. Last night, I attended a sharing circle with Mother Haven and momstown as part of momstown's Fit Mamas program. I wasn't sure what I would get out of it, but I knew it would be amazing. During that hour of sharing, I listened as the other women talked about how they now see their bodies as strong, how they were proud of them