I remember the days of getting out of bed so glad to have sleep outta the way and so ready to start my day. Hitting the ground with a leap, and non stop on the go. I lost that gal amid motherhood, wifedom, single parent struggles, and lots and lots of pain over the years. Weariness sets in, it’s inevitable… and as I tried to explain to my four year old grandson that we slow down as we get older, I saw the panic hit him in a way that surprised me… because for a brief second he got it and the thought was so abhorrent he cried out loudly…. NO! Then as I told him that was why I was walking… to help me not lose that, and that’s why his momma was trying so hard also he was out of the bed with a… let’s go walk gramma. So we did. Didn’t even brush our hair. Poor guy hasn’t been feeling good but it was truly as simple as: quit talking about it and just do it. His heart was greater than my pain. My excuses were valid… they still are but for that brief moment we rose above them together. Even if we did have to change his pants cuz he was legit not feeling good. He didn’t let that dampen his spirit either soon as we changed he grabbed my hand to finish our walk. That’s GRIT! And from a four year old. Color me impressed gramma. Here’s the funny part: my lil fit stalker that would nag me into the grave about moving didn’t even register our walk and that lil turkey had me trotting to keep up at times. We walked .75 mile. I know cuz I walk that often. My heart rate didn’t even top 114. Normally I get so discouraged when my external measures fail me but there was just something about him bravely trying to walk with his lil cheeks squeezed together and a pained smile on his face that just refused to let me wallow. Can’t let a four year old out grit me. Wherever your betterment is leading you…. Be like Daniel and just do it! I know I am.

Posted by kat at 2022-10-16 17:00:25 UTC