Monthly Archives: January 2014

Balancing Life

I’ve mentioned in the past how difficult it is for me to miss a workout. I try to plan them early in the morning or on evenings the kids are otherwise occupied. Still there are times when life gets in the way and I have to make a choice.

Here’s the conversation:
“Mom, it’s Gabi.  You said you would take Ashlea and Me to get a bunny.  Can we go tonight?”
“If we go tonight I’ll miss my run.  Let’s look at another day.”
“We can but you said the next night we could go.  This is the next night.  We really, really want to go.”  She’s right.  I did say that.  Shoot.  I could have said no.  I could have manipulated the situation, bribed or just said we weren’t going because I said so.  I could have gone on my run.  But I didn’t.

Trip to the Humane Society.  Ashlea and Gabi were very thorough.  This was a nice bunny.  It just wasn't THE bunny

Trip to the Humane Society. Ashlea and Gabi were very thorough. This was a nice bunny. It just wasn’t THE bunny

Yes, two of my girls decided with their own money they wanted a bunny.  I had them research, gather information, brought them to the pet store to check supplies, determine a long term budget, make phone calls to bunny people, go to the humane society, etc… for about 2 weeks.  Then they had to convince me.  They really did a stellar job.  Do I really want a bunny??  No.  It sounds like a smelly idea that involves effort in a life that doesn’t need one more thing taking time.  My rule with the kids – If it’s not physically or morally harmful and I don’t have a valid reason to say no, it’s my issue.  So I let it go.  It’s not always about what I want.  It’s about teaching them balance in their own lives, responsibility, decision making, keeping your word.  So we drove an hour to look at a bunny.  Not any bunny.  THE bunny.

Ashlea and Gabi in the backyard of the animal rescue home.  Going to see the bunny

Ashlea and Gabi in the backyard of the animal rescue home. Going to see the bunny

Two of the kids at the house holding baby bunnies.  They were very cute even though dropped the babies.  Brain damaged bunnies anyone???

Two of the kids at the house holding baby bunnies. They were very cute even though they dropped the babies. Brain damaged bunnies anyone???

Max – as he was later named – is about 18 months old.  He was brought to the rescue home about 8 months ago and no one has wanted to adopt him.  When my girls – who have grown up in a home where foster care and adoptions were the norm – heard that they went soft……  A BUNNY THAT NO ONE WANTS????  They met him, hugged him, kissed him and gave me “the look”.  So Max was adopted.

The ride home.  I brought a travel box but Max ended up cuddling instead

The ride home. I brought a travel box but Max ended up cuddling instead

Max feeling chill in his new home - the girls bedroom.

Max feeling chill in his new home – the girls bedroom.

Max.

Max.

Balancing fitness, work, kids and life in general takes effort.  The bunny isn’t what was important.  The time I spent listening, looking at information and taking time giving up what I wanted to support my girls is what was important.  The hugs and the “thank you Mommy for doing this with us” made it worth missing a run.

How do you balance?  The floor is yours…..