Getting our two eldest children interested in running was one of the best decisions we have made. The idea came around about 9 years ago when they were 8 and 10 years old. After just giving birth to my daughter and being busy with a toddler, we needed to find a fun pastime to tire the older boys out.
When the boys were at school my husband drove me and our tiny tots to Berry Hill Park In the middle of the park was a running track, my husband started sharing his childhood memories of his running club days and I knew we had to bring the lads up to see it.
A few days later my husband brought the boys up to the park on running club nights. The park was buzzing, full of children and adults of all ages shapes and sizes. All seemingly having fun running jumping and throwing for all they were worth. It was the place to be and if like me (at the time) you didn't run, it sure made you want to start. The boys loved it, so much so after a few years we decided to sell our house move schools all to be nearer to the club.
For years my sons enjoyed training nights and weekend racing. It developed a sense of pride, kept them fit made them realise the value of hard work and they made some great friends along the way.. Alas the club is now a shadow of it's former self as the club and trustees (who run the park) do not get on. As a result children are no longer welcome to train in the park. The club has essentially been split up with children and adults having to go to different venues around the County to train. It is no longer a hobby we can all do as a family. Such a shame.
My little ones are now 8 and 10 and its time to find them their hobbies. Something that keeps them fit, takes advantage of the great outdoors and is fun. Maybe it will be running again or cycling, or football. Who knows? Maybe even balancing a scooter on your head and seeing how long you can keep your tongue blobbed out?
Hopefully we do not need to move house though?!
As for me I am now training up for my 2nd London Marathon, looks like I caught the running bug!!
There comes a moment in time in every parents life that they have to prepare themselves to watch their children leave home. A day you will never forget, a time you know you have to let go. Slowly it dawns on you, that you do not know when you will see them again.
I realised that day was fast approaching a month before my eldest sons 18th birthday, of all places in a spinning class!! The good thing was in the dark with only the light from the disco balls I could wipe the tears away. I managed to escape at the end of the class before anyone noticed. Luckily for me once my son planned his future, leaving school at 18, taking a year out before deciding which university he wanted to go to I had another year to prepare myself for the big day.
Was it really that long ago he was born? His first steps, his first words all seem like yesterday. A primary school teacher coming up to me asking if he could come and live with her as he was such a good boy. He applied himself at school and in sports and without me realising was growing up into a man.
After getting into all 5 university's he chose, I was really pleased he picked one fairly close to home.
The weeks leading up to the big move were a roller coaster of emotion, firstly he asked me to come shopping for things to take with him. Shopping? With his mum? Amazing!! After weeks of saving things, a pan here a quilt there, he was as organised as he could be. Occasionally he would mention the day he would leave, but soon realised not to do so in public as it is embarrassing when your mum is crying in the street..
By the time it came to moving day I was prepared for him to go, after visiting the university where he will be staying for the next few years I knew he was going to be happy. Loughbrough is amazing, sports facilities galore, a holiday camp for the educated! It was though the hardest day of all, turning around and leaving him there alone.....
I was surprised when I got home checking his room, taking most of his clothes, his shoes and his trainers leaving a shell of a room with just his running medals on the shelves. I miss his big booming voice, always being there for a chat, making his dinner for him, making sure he is OK after his run, knowing he is safe after a night out and Sunday dinners is not the same without the 10 minutes mashed to perfection creamy potatoes!!
The first few days he sent me picture messages, his room, eveything but the toilet!! his 1st meal, it had to be a pot noodle. 2nd meal an impressive chilli. The pictures started slowing down then after five days he sent a picture of his blistered hands he burnt on the cooker. I was ready to fetch him home! Hopefully he will be back for visits once he is in a routine. We will have him home for Christmas Easter and Summer holidays. I am ready to wash his clothes and dad is ready to catch up on all the athletic news.
This week I have found out we are having a visit, freshers fortnight will be over and he has an race coming up. So out comes the baking and I am going to make his favourite cakes- millionaires shortbread, just like my grandma use to make me!!
Sometimes when you have four children you can perhaps go a few hours or even a day (once they are teenagers!) without saying two words to them. They are always about though, somewhere close. When they leave home you do not know where they are, when you will see them again or if they are safe. You hope some of things you have imparted have sunk in. The absence you feel, like you have lost a body part, you can longer speak to them when you want. A part of you is incomplete. Another part of you though is full of pride. I have raised a man.. I have often wondered my purpose in life, reflecting on it now a mother is who I am first and foremost. There may be brain surgeons,astronauts, and scientists but on the 7th June 1994 I got the best job ever MUM..
By the time my 4th child leaves Iwill be a nervous wreck!!
This week I'm sharing a beautiful park in Nottingham we stumbled upon a few weeks back when it they held a Arm forces day. My husband often talked about talking me on a run around the embankment, as he knew I would love it, he was so right.
Especially when we found this amazing flower garden. Whilst every where was packed with visitors we had a lovely stroll around the peaceful gardens.
Can you believe 3 weeks of the summer holidays have gone already? Still lots of time to find some more beautiful garden though. How does your garden grow?