One Step at a Time

HalfwaySome days I have no idea what I’m doing. I try to be a decent mother, wife, woman, but I’m not always sure how. Take my son — great kid. Handsome. Talented. About as interested in scholastics as my left shoe. And I want great stuff for him. I want him to have options. To make the best of his opportunities. But the thing is, I can’t MAKE him want what I want for him. It was easier when the children were little. They accepted my values for them as their own. Eat this. Sit here. Wear this. Read that. Ahh, the good old days! But sometimes, like now, I’m at a loss. I think I know what’s best for them. But what if I’m wrong? Then again, what if I’m right?  Sigh. So I keep pushing. Okay, nagging. Reminding him of homework. Checking on class attendance. Pushing him to complete chores. It is not fun. But it’s still my job.

It reminds a little of the 5k I just completed (yes — I was coming around to that!)  I was a little intimidated at first. All those folk who were lean and ready just waiting to run off at the starting line. I was trying to stay near the back to keep out of the runner’s way. And off they went, surging around me, ahead of me. But I kept a steady pace and soon I found my niche. There were a couple of older guys walking ahead of me and 3 women right behind me. I decided not to let the women behind me pass me! So I kept moving, pushing myself a bit. Feeling the pull in my muscles as I determined to keep position. And after a while I stopped worrying about who was ahead or behind, and just kept moving. A step at a time. And I finished in 50 minutes, 53 seconds. No awards there, but a little faster than my practice walks and it felt great! I just kept going. Just kept doing what I needed to do. And so I will. Step by Step. Nag by nag. Push by push.


6 thoughts on “One Step at a Time

  1. You go girl! And I mean with the training up of Simeon and the walking. I found a verse yesterday doing my soaping from Hebrews 6:10 “God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.”
    The way I figure it, our boys are His people, right?? Zach and I had a “delightful” morning yesterday before he left for school that left me feeling like I’d been hit by a bus. This verse encouraged me greatly. God knows our heart and we are accountable to Him, our boys are our mission for Him. We are doing exactly what we need to be doing! Go Natalie! Go God! Congrats on your walk!!

    • Oh Pam, don’t you just love those mornings? At least if we’d been run over by a bus we’d be unconscious for a while…! Go Pam! Go Zach! Go God! We’ll make it.

  2. I just wanted to stop lurking and tell you something quick. My son watched your show years and years ago… way back before facebook, twitter and gasp Tivo. Now, our four year old watches. I know you have heard it a million times before, but you have enriched the lives of both my teen and the diva… and for that, I am grateful. First thing in the morning, as I make breakfast, we watch our Tivo’ed greeting from Gullah Gullah.

    Plus, gotta love a show that talks about making Gumbo.

    Peace and Many Blessings to you! WTG on the 5K!

    • Thanks CeCe! glad you stopped lurking! The 5K was great — and then the holidays happened. Feels like starting all over again. But this morning I was out at 5:00 a.m. and though it wasn’t as much distance or time as I’ve done in the past, it felt good. Please give a hug from me to your little and not so little people.

  3. Dear Natalie,
    My son was the same way until just this past year. There were constant meetings at school and discussions about his education. Then last year he was given a new Home Room Teacher. She was that bright light that we needed. She made learning interesting and he wanted more! It was like he couldn’t cram enough information into his brain. Remember sometimes it isnt the child who isn’t interested it’s those who enter their life that make it more interesting!!

    • Hi Angela,
      I love to hear of children who’ve found a way to their bright light – or whose bright light found a way to them! Thank you.

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