success

I had the longest best post ever on success typed and when I hit publish... the stupid blogger said an error occured. Do you think it saved my long winded post?

No it did not.

I can't remember what all I wrote but it felt really important so I guess I will try to recapture all that perfectness I had summed up into one post again.

Stupid blogger.

So where did I begin? Oh yes. I wrote a blurb or a paper when I was a junior in high school with my definition of success as the topic. I felt really philisophical and wise when I wrote it. Pretty sure I got an amazing grade on it, because I usually did and that was a good piece of writing. I want to look for it and print it here and on my family blog. I was in so much of a different place almost 10 years ago that I wonder how much my definition has changed.

Anywho I felt successful today. My kids were driving me loco. I decided to take them outside in the cold for a walk. A little cold can't hurt them, I bundled up good and we headed out. Bubba my 15 month TOTAL BOY was toddling around zigzagging the sidewalks as my 3 year old princess and I waited every few steps for him. He did good for almost half the walk when he decided he needed a break and sat in the stroller. My 3 year old took this as the green light to let her talents shine through she took of running. From about 7 paces ahead of me she looked back a few times and said these things:
"Mom, see I run fast like you!"
"I am running a race mom!"
"I am so tired mom, I am sweatin a lot!"

I sighed a heavy sigh in my own new body. I took great pride in the fact that she knows I run, that she thinks I am cool that I run, and that she in fact has good running form and probably will be a way better runner than I will ever be. That same girl will eat lettuce and celery now, something a year ago she thought was a foreign object that belonged on the floor not her plate... and she would remind me each and everytime by chucking it to the side of the table on to my cleanly swepped floor.

I also giggle at the idea that she thinks I am fast. A turtle would probably beat me in a distance race, but my heart feels happy I have that girl tricked into thinking I am fast. I do say that a lot now that I think about it.
"Look, mommy runs fast. Look at my muscles--I think they are bigger than daddy's now." She always laughs at that one and says "nooooooooooo."

Another prideful moment came this week when my little friend Halle JoJo, I call her, asked her mom if she "worked out like Teri?" or if she was wearing "running shoes like Teri" (I haven't decided if she actually knows I run a lot, or if she just knows I wear sweats and tennis shoes a lot... could go either way) The best part, the pitter to my patter today came when little Miss JoJo yelled up the stairs to her mom to get off the computer so they could go to the gym. That's right she is a trainer at heart. I love that our kids keep us honest and that without even knowing it, they push us to be the best we can be. I love that girl.

I think a big part of my picture of success today looks pretty much like this. My three year old eating healthy, running a race, and thinking her mom is the fastest, biggest muscle chick ever.