Today I swung my whole self hand-to-hand across the monkey bars. A year ago I couldn’t hang, holding my own body weight, for more than 25sec.
Yesterday I hung upside down on a bar on the school playground, by just my knees, I used momentum and swung back and forth until I could let my legs go and land on my feet. I didn’t, I fell. But it was okay!
Nolie squealed! I grinned! And tried again.
Feeling the weight of my body, and the strength of my hands was exhilarating. Feeling a little scared, a little uncomfortable, but knowing I could trust that if I fell, I would be okay, maybe I wouldn’t fall next time.
Watching my daughter feel proud and excited for me.
This is why I lift weights, why I rock climb, and why I keep trying to hang on the monkey bars.
Not only for those girls. Not only for the normalcy of a Mama who plays, swims with them, and jumps on the trampoline, and tried ridiculous headstands, and falls and gets scrapes. I want to do things that scare me. In front of them!
But also, for me. That moment of “can I really do this?” and then… that next of “yes!” or… “hah! not yet!”
It feels good to practice what I preach to my kids. To shift those words I say to them so often, onto myself; “You can do hard things. Your body is so capable!”
Today I felt it. Today I got to model it. And today I am so strong.