Beautiful

We were at Walmart checking out and the cashier was new.

She was young with curly dark hair and a pretty face, but above that she greeted me with a smile of contentment.

She was pleasant to be around and I could not help but think she was sweet and pretty.

As we were walking away my 6yr old son said, “she is beautiful”.

My boys have told me on several occasions that I am beautiful also.

It is sweet and makes me smile but yesterday I realized it is also so much more.

I am shaping what my boys see as beautiful.

If I poured over magazines while bemoaning that I do not look like the photoshopped models and actresses in them, then my boys would see them as the standard for beauty.

If I complain about my looks and weight all day then they will assume that you have to be skinny and perfect to be beautiful.

Is that what I want?

Do I want the men of tomorrow to think no flaws equals beauty?

Or do I want them to think commitment, determination, compassion, and confidence are beautiful?

What if I make sure my role models are amazing women of God?

Women like Esther, Ruth, Mary, and strong Christian woman of today.

Sometimes as a mother of boys you do not feel the pressure as much to watch what you say about yourself.

You do not have a little girl wanting to grow up to be like mommy.

But I do have a little boy growing up wanting to marry a woman he sees as beautiful.

What are you telling your children beauty is?

I know I am going to be more mindful of what I say and do around mine.

I am building the men of tomorrow.

“Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.”

Proverbs 31:30

Our Weekend ~A 100K

I spent the whole weekend watching people run.

If only watching burned as many calories and the actual running…

Friday night we went to the end point for the first part of a 3 Day run my husband was doing.

My Iphone saved the day!

My boys played it while waiting for their dad to finish his 25K race!

He finished at around 10pm.

Saturday morning we got up bright and early to be at the start of the 50K at 8am.

He is amazing.

We read books, played with toys in the vehicle, ate snacks, and even went on a hike while waiting the 10hrs for Nick to finish.

10hrs of constant going!

It makes me tired just to think about it!

The boys were really happy with the next days location (they were at different places each day).

It was a mud fest.

It had rained the previous night!

They played hard, lost boots, got stuck, and were VERY dirty.

Getting ready for the last leg!

A 25K through the mud!

Three days of pushing himself!

They found a nice pool of mud water to clean up in.

Then they proceeded to eat, and eat, and eat.

He did it!!!!!!

So proud of my amazing husband!

This was so incredibly difficult and he did it anyway!

I am reminding myself today that I did not run a 100K so I am not allowed to eat like it.

I have a small problem with sympathy running.

My husband runs and all I can think is, “We need to eat we ran a big race today!”.

If only I was burning sympathy calories also…