Last week, I was reintroduced to an old friend. I hadn’t run in nearly 6 months. And with the hustle and bustle of Fall, I had no immediate plans to revisit my running routine. Running was something I had always done solo. Away from the kids; just me and my thoughts. It was an escape of sorts. That is until Hanah asked me to join her. My 17 yr old daughter is a Senior this year. And any time she chooses to spend with me- I am there. I will even be joining her on a field trip next week. A far cry from our first trip to the Pumpkin Patch when she was 5. We will be attending UCSB for a team building ropes course~ complete with zip lining and wall climbing.
Running with Hanah is therapy. We run after the sun sets, so we can enjoy the coolness of the evening and Halloween Lights. We talk about the day’s events, we laugh when we have to dodge the same pick up truck’s huge, trailer hitch, and squeal when we hear a critter in the bushes. She’s faster than me(when did that happen?) and I find myself struggling to keep up. Last night, as we were finishing, the sprinklers came on at a nearby house, we ran in unison through them almost as if it were a synchronized dance.
I am thankful she has chosen me to spend this time with her. Next October – she will be away at college. It’s our last Fall together as mother and little girl. But, I find solace in that, even though Hanah runs a few steps ahead of me now~she will always stop and wait for her mommy.