I desperately need and want to go to the gym. Yes, I know you’re sitting there with a “whatever!-smile” on your face right now but that’s the truth.
This morning I was up at 5 am, bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to hit cardio like a madman, albeit only for 10 minutes…. As I was getting ready I heard our 3 month old boy, Reuben, stir in his room and I went to check on him.
He was in a beautiful deep sleep and I realized now is the time for the long overdue nail clipping. Anika was a very calm baby and clipping her nails was a breeze compared to Reuben. He’s always busy boxing and kicking, so the only time to do this is while he is fast asleep.
2 minutes later, there I was with a camping headlight, reading glasses and nail clippers, trying desperately to get the job done in record time, without waking him. It was while I was doing this that I started wondering how many times my parents did things like this?
How many big dreams and desires did they push aside for us? Was it driving that nice car or travelling the world or even something like learning to play the guitar?
They must have also made thousands of small sacrifices for us. Things like eating their dinner after everyone else (kids have built in timers to be difficult right on adult meal times), giving up their favourite TV show to read us a story (we were kids before recorded TV featured), cancelling holidays with friends because we were sick.
Just then my thoughts were interrupted when Reuben opened his eyes and looked up at this cyclops with a weapon in his hand. He simply gave me the most beautiful smile and I knew right there and then that I would sacrifice a million of my own wants and needs for my children.