The countless parenting books, blogs, and advice from seasoned parents equip you for life with an infant. Bringing home that delicate little person from the hospital is a monumental experience, yet I thought I was well-prepared. I had read enough to understand that breastfeeding could be quite the challenge and that “rock, paper, scissors” might become a household staple for deciding who deals with the next diaper disaster.
However, no one warned me about the sheer chaos of raising an energetic two-year-old—especially one who runs like the wind.
It wasn’t until my daughter, Anna, turned 18 months that I realized I might be nurturing a future Olympian. Every outing became a strategic operation where I had to account for every exit, every nook she could dart into, and the distance between the playground and the car.
Ironically, this running phase coincided with my pregnancy with her little brother. Suddenly, trips to the park became daunting because I simply couldn’t keep up. It wasn’t that she was running away from me; rather, she was joyfully exploring the limits of her environment, slipping into spaces that my pregnant self couldn’t navigate.
Things took a turn for the worse once her baby brother arrived. Anna quickly understood that our cumbersome stroller limited my mobility, making it nearly impossible for me to chase her up a flight of stairs. And when she discovered the automatic handicap buttons that open doors? Oh, what a thrill for her!
“Look at me, Mom!” she’d shout, bolting backward with an impish grin while I frantically tried to keep pace. The parking lot at Target? Just another playground for my little daredevil. (Insert facepalm emoji here.)
Fast forward ten months, and Anna is still full of energy, propelling herself around like the Energizer Bunny. She’s outgrown that initial “I’m acting wild because there’s a new baby” phase, and now she runs for the sheer joy of it—ironically chanting “walking feet, walking feet!” while darting around.
The most exhausting part? I’m left panting after her, yet I have nothing to show for my efforts. Why don’t I have toned legs like Carrie Underwood or arms like Michelle Obama from all this chasing and lifting?
While I cherish having a daughter bursting with enthusiasm, who can sprint two miles without looking back, I have to admit—I’m utterly spent.
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