Having a two year old is an adventure every single day, no question about it. Best adventure I have ever been on. No question about that either.
She makes me SO proud of her. Today we experienced something I have thought about for a long time, starting before she was even born.
“Mama!! Work out??” (Which sounds like werkoot?) My two year old got me off the couch and had me set my coffee down before I was done because she didn’t want to wait any longer to work out. She grabbed my workout mat and attempted to unroll it for me. We work out together. While I work out, she runs and jumps and does high knees and fast feet with me. She can now do squat jumps. She jumps on my back and shoulders while I do squats or lunges. She jumps on top of me while I do planks and glute raises. And you know what she says while she’s doing this all with me?
“So fun!!” And we share loads of laughs and smiles.
You’re right, little one. You are so right.
Moving your body IS fun. It’s all about perspective. Our bodies are made to move. Our faces made to smile.
This is not to say that I am immune to life. I have my share of days I’d rather not work out, rather not run, rather not move. I’m tired, or busy, or whatever other “adult” reason my mind comes up with to try to convince me that I don’t need to take care of myself. But then I look at that little beautiful human who stands about three feet tall and holds my heart, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers, and I know she deserves to grow up with the example of how to grow into an adult that can still harness that child-like enthusiasm, that innocent desire to do the best they can. And although I am not perfect, the majority of the time I do choose to show her that taking care of myself is a priority to me, so she will grow into a adult who prioritizes and takes care of herself too.
When we work out or when I run and push her in the jogging stroller, we talk about being strong. I tell her I work out and run so I can be stronger for her. Stronger to pick her up the bigger she gets, faster to be able to run around with her, to do whatever it is she asks me to do with her so I never have to sit on the sidelines and watch if she wants me to join her. We say positive affirmations like “You can do it!” “Great job!” and “Yay!!” We clap, we talk about how we love working out, and how it is fun.
I am far from being a perfect parent. I truly believe we all just take it as it comes and do our best with what we have, and some days are guaranteed to be better than others.
But one thing I can promise my little blue-eyed beauty, is that I will work every day at raising her to value taking care of herself, raise her to feel strong, to be proud of herself, and not to forget to smile.
I’d love it if you’d join me here too…