Always learning from my daughters.

It's crazy to me how I think sometimes that I am the one that needs to constantly give direction and guidance to my girls but FUCK do they ever teach me so much.

Think about it. If you have kids. They are newer. They are Fresher. They are brand spanking new compared to you. They haven't been tainted by the same things you were. They have different perspectives than you do. It's a symbiotic relationship. Right? Am I using that term correctly? We both have something to give each other.

I can give them all of the knowledge that I know for myself. But that's as far as it goes. They are their beautiful sparkly fresh souls on their own. Seeking all of the wonderful things that this life has to give.

Anyways, the spark of this blog came from a spontaneous conversation that I got to have with Skye and Shea this afternoon. I came home from grocery shopping to see that Skye was here already hanging with Shea (which, if you're a Momma, you know this hits right in the heart chakra). I was on a roll. Had eaten BEFORE I put coffee in my stomach... Jody 😉. Had a grocery list for healthy food. Went and got groceries. And if you know me, you know I dislike grocery shopping. Spent $300 on groceries 🤦🏻‍♀️. Anyways....... let's continue on. Came home, girls here. Got dressed for running on treadmill. Came out of my room. Skye asked some sort of question as to why I didn't look happy about going down to run. I said "Well, I really don't feel like it".

And that started one of those conversations that just happen because they need to happen.

I have been an athlete since the age of ? 5'ish? I felt the need to compete since those damn end of school year "track days". I always wanted to come home to show my Mom and Dad how many ribbons I had won. Track days morphed in to figure skating, skiing, gymnastics, fastball, archery, volleyball. Then it turned to gym visits. And then it was a mixture of gym visits and running races. Then half marathons and triathlons. Then the pendulum started to swing back.... race goals etc didn't mean much anymore. But I knew I still needed to exercise. Because.... I grew an affinity to poutine. And wine.

So my "go-to" when I need to lose weight. I know.... all of you who don't like that.. I get it. But I'm just being real. Whenever I have felt like I need to "shapeup", running has been my go to. But today's conversation has maybe sparked a new perception in my crusty brain. My two Yogi daughter's told me of their knowledge of the yoga experience. They shared their stories of their clients and themselves and how yoga was one of the best ways to get in shape. My old "run, run, and run some more" mentality cracked a little. I let their words pique my interest. It was defensive at first. Like.... seriously you can't get into shape with yoga 🙄? But their stories may have sparked an interest into looking into it.

But on the same note.... I follow a grandma, she may be my age or a little older but she fucking runs ultra marathons!!!!! And she runs a farm. In Saskatchewan. Check her page out on Instagram @runfoxxirun. She amazes me. So then, I figure "Why can't that be me?" Ken tells me that she probably doesn't sit on the couch like we do at night..... and she probably has a diet different than mine..... But whatever. Those are just small adjustments... 😉

I also have to say that I was a little proud during our conversation because they were telling me things that I had tried to teach them. Maybe it was from me? Whichever way it came, I am glad it came through. They spoke to me of self love and what they perceive that is and how to get it. They spoke to me of self acceptance. Which I know I tried to teach. So again, if it came from me or somewhere else, it was just beautiful to hear it from them.

So when the Mom is tired... and looking for inspiration, the daughter's provide. Is what I'm trying to say. And it's so REFRESHING. Because their energy behind their words are so young and so fresh and full of life!!!!

I'm so blessed to have two daughter's that are aware. Aware that life is what it is. Life will be what it will be. But they know that they have the ability to perceive it the way they want to. And they know that it won't always be rosy af. Believe me. They do know that. But they know that they can ask for help when they need it. And isn't that a feat?

So fucking proud of these women ❤️. They will be movers and shakers. No doubt about it.