I totally didn’t write this, but I felt like sharing it with you because of how much your support on my last post meant to me:
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. ‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.’ The old woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? ‘That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
When I started blogging here I was just looking for an outlet to talk about my running, but about a month later I found out I was pregnant with our first daughter – that was almost eight years ago. Over the past eight years this blog has allowed me to share the joys of giving birth to not one, not two, but three wonderful little girls – and many of you have been reading since the beginning.
Then, 2 years ago I needed to make a positive change. Mom on the Run had become an outlet for me to complain about solo parenting, and wallow in self pity while I was in the throes of post-partum depression. So I started my other blog: Fitness Cheerleader to motivate myself to start seeing things from the positive side and to get back to running, fitness and exercise. Mom on the Run was forgotten.
Perhaps I should come up with a little blogging plan – What belongs here on Mom on the Run, and what belongs on Fitness Cheerleader? Lately I’ve been writing everything at Fitness Cheerleader, but perhaps it doesn’t all belong there? Maybe my general posts about health and wellness belong there, and this blog can be about my running, and parenting and my life?
As I wrote on Sunday, I’m trying to run more – in fact I’m “training” to run a half marathon on May 29th. I say “training” because this time my goal is just to finish it – no hill work, no speed work, and I’ll probably walk like 1/2 of it. For once I’m not chasing a time goal or a new PR. But even without a time goal, that means I need to sneak out of the house 3 mornings a week, plus one longer run on the weekends to “train”….
Monday I set my alarm for 6:35am (yes for me that’s early, as I normally roll out of bed sometime between 7:30 and 8am). After a lot of positive self talk I convinced myself to get out of bed. I guess I didn’t set my alarm early enough because I encountered a sleepy 3 yo in the hall way.
“Mommy, wanna play polly pockets with me?”
Ummmmm… at this point it’s either wake up hubby and leave him with a 3 yo upset because mommy didn’t want to play polly pockets, or skip my run….
Later I did p90x chest & back while the kids “helped” me. They had a blast. Brooke actually does the workout with me – so cute to watch her do pushups with her butt up in the air 😉 while Sierra walked around pretending to be Tony Horten, asking me how many reps I was going to do, encouraging me and spotting me. Who says you can’t workout with kids around? I told hubby about it and he says he *may* start p90x with me! Fingers crossed!
Today I went to Mommy/Baby Boot camp class, so no running. And tomorrow? I’m going to try to get up to run again, then will do the arms part of p90x. Wish me luck!