sprinting & passenger seats

sprinting...

my girl around a track,

and me from moment to moment as a mom.

sprinting...

my girl like a gazelle, lean and fast across the finish line...

and me like a pack mule (physically & mentally)

getting us from thing to thing.

sprinting...

my girl shooting off the line when the gun goes off,

and me with lots of false starts in and out of the house 

grabbing the countless things we need (baseball cup), 

forgot (my brain), or have to return (ahem overdue library books).

sprinting...

my girl being cheered on by the crowd, clapping and hugs,

and me cheering her on, clapping and hugs.

sprinting...

my girl getting a time, for how fast she went,

and me getting the eye roll because we are late again.

sprinting...

my girl striving for states,

and me striving for this day.

sprinting...

my girl reaching for her water bottle out of breath and owning it,

and me reaching for my iced coffee & oils, deep cleansing breaths and owning it.

sprinting...

my girl tossing the uniform in the hamper at the end of the day, 

and me washing the uniform at the end of the day.

sprinting...

my girl teaming and high fiving with her people,

and me teaming and high fiving with my people.

sprinting...

my girl doing a thing god made her for,

and me doing a thing god made me for.

sprinting...

sometimes it looks like that picture of my girl up there, 

and sometimes it looks like my car.

yesterday i looked at my passenger seat and thought,

oh yes...that right there... a picture of life right now.

messy & ridiculous.

passenger seat filled, 

because my back seats and trunk 

were filled with kids, friends and all their stuff.

passenger seat filled with gear,

including the baseball cup i had to run back in and grab.

passenger seat filled with

overdue library books and a half-eaten donut.

passenger seat filled with my feminist handbag,

and jane's bean plant that is somehow thriving in my cup holder.

it was a good mama moment.

one that quickly ended by my kids saying

"mom, why are you taking a picture...we are going to be late!"

right, right.

sprinting...

and then...

with buckles fastened, tunes blasting, prayers lifted,

sprinting on to the next thing...

i drove right over jane's beloved 2-wheeler.

smushed...

just like the dinner underneath all those heavy bags up there.

happy sprinting and loving

dear readers!