Harldy anything is more fun than a grandchild's birthday party, usually. Especially when it's the first birthday for
the first grandchild.
But when it came to driving 155 miles one way for the two-hour event, then turning around and driving 155 miles home so that I could pack and be ready to leave by 6 a.m. this morning to catch a flight and be gone for the next five days, things got complicated. At least they were complicated in my head.
After I had finally quieted the obsessive voice rattling off excuses not to go, I recognized the real reason I didn't want to make the trip was because I knew I would see a lot of folks I hadn't seen since my son's wedding in 2006...when I was 20 pounds lighter than I am right now. Simply put, I was projecting embarrassment. As if the party were about ME. How pitiful, I told that silly voice in my head.
So yep, I sucked it up. Threw some fruit, a protein bar and a bottle of water in the car and made the trip. The first thing my 25-year old son said was, "Dang, Mamma! You look GOOD!" After that, nothing else mattered. (And I politely passed on cake and ice cream.)
On the way home, sunshine warmed the spring afternoon temperatures to the mid-70s. I opened the moon roof, turned up the music and enjoyed beautiful memories of a few minutes with that precious one-year-old grandson all the way home!
P.S. I also put in a 35-minute aerobic workout at the gym before I left this morning!
4 comments:
Yay you! I am so pleased that the experience turned out so positive for you! And he's absolutely adorable!
I'm so glad you had a good time. The compliment alone was worth the trip!
Good for you. I'm sure your family was really happy you made the effort.
I'm so glad you went, and that you had a lovely time!
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