I walked 6.4 miles the other morning. I wasn’t planning on it. In fact, my legs were not ready to walk so much in one day. But the child woke up at 5.30 and decided she was going to walk to school at 6.45. I told her it wasn’t a good idea. It was still dark outside … why not walk after school? But there was no use trying to convince her. She was determined and short of wrestling her to the ground, I could not stop her.
So I grabbed my coat and followed her. She turns around and says, “You can’t do that.” I just keep walking. And when we got to the first intersection she asks which way to go. I try to hide my smile as I tell her matter of fact. By the time we got to McDonald’s the sun was up and the school was just over the next slope. I trekked back home to pick up the younger kids and drive them to school.
My legs ached that day. I was tired … tired from the walking, tired from the constant pushing of boundaries, tired of the constant trial of my heart to love a child who is fast growing up.
It took 26 hours of labor, before she finally made her way into the world. I was exhausted then – and as painful as it was to give birth, the joy of seeing her for the first time was infinitely worth it. And I suppose these teen years are a bit like giving birth again. At the end of it all, she will soon fly away like a beautiful butterfly and it will have been so worth it.
Five minute Friday linkup. (It took me more than 5 minutes to write this. I wanted to finish my thought.)