The kids participate with their school in Jump Rope for Heart to raise money for the Heart & Stroke Foundation each year. They are always excited for the day – the teachers at their school make it a fun day – they are all divided into teams with their friends, with team names and themed outfits. They design posters, and have a chance at prizes. The families are asked to send in fruit, which a group of parent volunteers prepares for the kids to eat during the event.
We always sponsor the kids with a donation, and this year we were really pleased that Molly chose to donate $10 of her own money. Molly is really beginning to show her generosity this year – she asked Santa this past Christmas to donate to the foodbank-type program that her father volunteers with, as a part of her Christmas gift.
This year the kids had a booklet with challenges in it that they could complete. One of the challenges was to prepare a healthy meal for the family, and there was a suggestion of making a Fruit Pizza. Molly and Grace were super excited to try this. Molly bought naan at Costco with her dad, and then the girls prepared dinner for us one night. I helped them with the oven, or at least I wanted to, but they were pretty keen on being independent. All of the sharp knives and fiery-hot appliances is way outside my comfort zone, but I tried to be cool and put on a brave face. To distract me I mostly sat and focussed on how ironic it would be should I actually drop from a heart attack during this exercise.
The pizzas were delicious. Grace took our orders for what we wanted on the pizzas, and Molly prepared them. They worked together really well, and problem-solved nicely. And Maggie even ate dinner with us, which is almost unheard of.
|This one has peanut butter instead of cream cheese, because Maggie
doesn’t like cream cheese. It was really good and has more protein.
Last week, on the day of the event, we were rushing around getting ready to head to school. I ran back to the house to get one last thing, and before I could process what was happening, I was flat on the ground on my porch. I have no idea what happened or how I tripped like that, but it was scary. The kids could see me lying on the ground from the van, and there was a lot of screaming, panicked van evacuation, and crying. They’re not used to seeing me hurt like that, and my fake smile with clenched teeth assurances that “Mommy is fine!” were not cutting it. I still can’t go near the porch without Grace warning me to be careful.
It has me thinking about how upsetting it would be for the kids to see me in much worse shape than that, and how glad I am that Nerdguy and I have been trying to take better care of ourselves with healthier eating and getting more exercise. Molly gets quite upset when we say that we are old, and I think it is because she worries about us not being around. Nerdguy’s dad passed away at the age of 35. Nerdguy was 10. The same age Molly is now. I can’t even think about how that would be. I just can’t. My mom was only 14 when her dad died. Although we can’t guarantee anything in life, we do owe it to our kids and to ourselves to be the healthiest versions of ourselves possible so that we are here for many more years to come.
In the meantime pass the Advil – concrete steps leave a mark!