*Before I share a couple moments from Memorial Day Weekend, let me warn anyone with spandex allergies that this post contains spandex.*
When I woke up last Saturday, I got ready for a run. My husband asked me to help him find something in our files, so I went into the den. My son came in as I was searching through a drawer.
son: Is there a reason you're filing in spandex?
me: I'm about to go for a run. I'm just helping Dad find something.
(Son leaves room complaining about having to wash his eyes because of the damage caused by seeing his mother in spandex.)
The next day, the whole family was in the car. We were talking about taking a train trip down to Portland this summer, but my husband said we should just drive since we'll need a car.
me (to husband): Why don't you take the train with the kids? I'll drive the car and meet you guys there.
daughter: Can Mom FIND Portland?
(Kids and husband crack up laughing.)
And to think I taught those kids to speak. ;)
I should note some sappy stuff, too, since most of you don't know my family, and I don't want to give the wrong impression about them. Let me start by saying my husband and my kids take supportive to a whole new level. They arrange their schedules around my writing time and conferences without complaint. They stick with me through the ups and downs, and believe in me wholeheartedly. Whenever my son reads a book he enjoys, he looks in the acknowledgments for the agent's name and passes it to me. My daughter told me the way I never give up inspires her to do the same. I love them, love them, love them!
So why should I complain? I mean, spandex is pretty creepy, and I can handle a little mocking. Besides, someday when I'm much older and wiser, I'll become a grandparent. You know what I'll do? I'll help teach my grandchildren to speak. I wonder what workout clothes will look like in the future...