Monday, July 27, 2015

Go Camping They Said. It'll Be Fun They Said.

For the past 3 summers we have gone camping for a weekend with two other families. Six kids, six adults and lots of laughs. That's been the usual formula.

This year the weather decided to mess with us and throw a wrench into our well oiled plans. After 3 months of dry and sunny weather Mother Nature decided that the best time to schedule our first rainfall would be on our camping weekend.

And this wasn't just a little rain...it was a full on storm. And it collapsed tarps and soaked tents. It made us all grumpy and wet and miserable.

And a myriad of other Murphy's Law experiences ensured that it would be a weekend to live in infamy.

The good news is that we survived. And that the sun came out on Saturday morning and reminded us that not all was lost.

And at the end of the weekend all of the kids declared it to be the best camping trip ever. Mission accomplished.


WEEKEND IN PICTURES:

We crammed a whole bunch of stuff in this car...







great campsite...but not nearly enough trees to secure tarps too...

trying to keep the ground dry for our friends tents...it didn't really work.

even on a cloudy day this lake is so beautiful.

as soon as the rain stopped we busted out the frisbee...

took a walk through the woods...

and posed for a selfie.


Searching for the perfect rock to put in their summer memories jar.

tough decision.

happy with their selections. Phew!

it was so nice to have a propane fire to keep us warm.

family photo right before our lake swim at dusk. It was light when we went in but dark by the time we got out.
 
camping is tiring...

Until next year...


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Nanny turns 92

Today the family all got together to celebrate my Nanny's 92nd birthday. 

Over the past few years we have seen a significant decline in her. Both pysically and mentally.  We have prepared ourselves for the possibilty that this could be our last Christmas/Easter/Birthday.  I have even had tough talks with my girls to try and prepare them for that eventuality.

But she keeps hanging on and oh how we love her for it.




 

 The girls both made her cards that they proudly gave and read to her.







Happy Birthday Nanny!  We all love you so much.

xoxo



Sunday, July 19, 2015

Coming Full Circle

Last March I went through a personal "re-branding" when I changed the name of my blog (and corresponding social media accounts) to Write. Run. Mum.

At the time I really felt like it was the right decision.  That having the same moniker for all my online endeavours was really just good marketing. Especially if I was going to try and turn my blog into something more than just an online diary for my family and friends to read and maybe (one day) make some money from it.

Also - I really hoped the new title would help me focus on those three very important areas in my life. And for a while it worked...I guess.

But to be totally honest...it never felt right. I'm not exactly sure why that is. I suspect it's because I made the change for the wrong reasons. It wasn't a decision I made with my heart. I was trying to force this change on myself in the hopes that it would help me change my life.

And really I think it's done the opposite. I feel like the new identity has turned me into a bit of a fraud.  Well 2 thirds of a fraud at least because the Mum part was always true.

I know I won't ever monetize my blog...that was never really my intention anyways. I don't want to write reviews or do giveaways. I don't care about the number of people that follow me on social media or even read my posts for that matter.

You know...I have been thinking about making this change for months and kept wavering. But I have been finding myself more and more blocked in a creative sense. Handcuffed by the expectation I set on myself that I have to write about writing. Or running. Or parenting. And when I didn't have anything to say on those subjects...I didn't have anything to say at all.

And then today - I found this quote in my Facebook feed.  From the author of Writing Down the Bones. From the author whose book helped me find my written voice.


And I just knew this was the right time. So - it is with a renewed sense of self - and a strong conviction that I am going back to my original identity. 

I write for me. And for my girls. I write to give me an outlet and a release. And I always endeavour to ensure I am Writing Down the Bones.

And at heart...I am still my Poppa's little Kelsey Bar.

Welcome back blog...


Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Scotiabank 5k - Race Report

I can't believe it's been 18 months since I ran my first 5K race.

Since that time I have run an 8k (that almost killed me) and two more 5k races. And despite my best intentions of working hard at my training and graduating to a longer distance...it just hasn't happened yet.

So that's how I found myself running alone this past weekend in the 5k event at the Scotiabank Half Marathon weekend. With a goal of running my first sub-40 minute race.
 

I was running solo in my race but I was not alone at the event. My husband and one of my best friends were both running in the half marathon.

Lindsay was running to raise money for the MS Society in honour of her dad who is battling the disease. She was the top fundraiser at the event - raising nearly $2,600! I'm so proud of her.

 

I dropped them off at the start line for the Half Marathon at UBC with a slight feeling of regret. I've been working towards my goal of being "real runner" for more than 2 years now and I really thought I would have been able to tackle a half marathon at this point.

I have no one to blame but myself of course. And I know it's not like I haven't accomplished anything. I'm proud of the medals I have earned...but still. I would have liked to have been running along with them.

Next time...red bib (?)
After dropping them off I drove over to the finish line at Stanley Park and snagged one of the last few parking spots available before they closed the roads.

And - amazingly - I got to see the first half marathoners cross the line. Just 1 hour and 10 mins after they started!  I mean that's just crazy.

As I was making my way over the start line for the 5k race I ran into my favourite morning radio team - Kevin & Sonia from The Peak. They were MC'ing the event and running for the first time.

We chatted for a while and I pretended to be a veteran 5k runner - I mean this was my 4th event - and they were kind enough to listen to what I had to say as if I was actually some kind of expert. 



Then...it was time to start.


And we were off.  My first kilometre was great. I was in a good rhythm. My playlist was rocking all my favourites. I was in the shade for most of the time.

Then we hit Second Beach and moved out onto the seawall and the full sunshine. Did I mention that it was almost 30 degrees out...at 9:30 in the morning? And the tide was out so the fishy/seaweed smell was pretty ripe.

My pace slowed considerably. My breath became ragged. And I got a wicked stitch. But I kept going...grumbling with every step.

And that's when one of the runners slightly ahead of me fainted. Another woman and her teenage daughter were right behind her and immediately stopped to help. And I did too. The lady who fainted was clearly suffering from heat stroke. She didn't have any water on her so I gave her some of mine and we tried to figure out if she was running with anyone.

I offered to run ahead and notify one of the race course marshals that there was a runner that needed first aid help. There had been marshals all along the course up to this point so I figured I wouldn't have to go far to find one with a radio. I was wrong.

For the next 2km I ran (slowly and still with a stitch) looking for someone that could help and worrying about the woman I had left behind. Finally...just past English Bay as the course moved up onto Beach Avenue...I found one and was able to relay the news.

But to be honest...the whole thing had totally messed up my run. I was off pace and stressed and hot and sweaty and the sea-smell was starting to make my stomach turn.

Of course...puking at the finish line of a race is kind of my thing...so the turning stomach part was not surprising. But I really wanted to end that tradition at this race because I was pretty sure my husband and friend would be at the finish line and that's really not the way I wanted them to see me.

Alas...that was how they saw me. Being assisted by the first aid attendant and wiping off my face.  Oh well...at least I'm consistent. 

Finish time: 45:21. 656th out of 1239 women that entered the event. Given all that I battled through...I will take it.


And it was really great to see both faces waiting for me at the end. They had both battled the heat and exhaustion through their race and I was frankly in awe that they had both run more than 21km and were still standing (and puke free)

It was time for our reward...


All in all...I have to say this race was a disappointment to me. Because I really wanted to do better. I wanted to beat that 40 minute mark. I wanted to cross the finish line with my hands thrown triumphantly in the air rather than covering my mouth.

I wanted a lot of things I didn't get. But I did get this:


And that's another one to add to a collection of medals I never ever thought I would have the strength or will power to earn. So there's that. And it will have to be enough.

For now...



Monday, July 6, 2015

Raising Girls: Building a solid foundation

When I was pregnant the first time I was desperate to have a girl. I tried convincing myself that it didn’t matter. That I would love a boy just as much as a girl. But oh how I longed for a daughter...and for so many reasons. 

I wanted the same relationship with my daughter that I had with my own mother. I wanted to do all the girly things with her. I wanted to be her best friend. I wanted to see her have her own babies.

So cue my overjoyed enthusiasm when my little girl arrived. And it was double the joy when my second lovely daughter was born 3 years later.

 
 
And now…as the mother of a 6 and 9 year old girl…I’m in a bit of a panic really.  Because I realize that I have to guide them – carefully and lovingly – into womanhood.  And that means we have to go through the teenage years first.

What if my girls turned into “mean girls”?  Or what if they fell victim to the “mean girl”?  I know I can’t keep them from getting their heart broken – and wouldn’t want to – but how do I help brace them for when it does?

I’m honestly not sure I’m prepared for that. Not that I was a terror of a teenager – on the contrary really. I was the 12 year old that spent Saturday’s clearing up her room and packing up old clothes to donate.  At 13 I got my first job and worked steadily ever since. I got good grades, stayed away from the “wrong” crowd and generally made my mother proud.

But the world that my girls will have to live in is so very different than the one I did. I don’t understand today’s youth. I find the majority of them to be lazy and entitled and just plain rude.

I know that’s a terrible generalization but I just can’t seem to prove it wrong. And so I know that I have some work to do in preparing my girls to be strong and independent and successful women but also kind and loving and caring to those around them.

So I’m starting with instilling these basic principles now:
  • Be kind 
  • Keep your promises 
  • Clean up after yourself
  • Be polite and respectful of others
  • Say you’re sorry and accept sincere apologies
  • Do your best 
  • Never give up
I look at that list and I feel pretty good about it. Confident that I am giving my girls a good start in the world. Building the foundation for them to be respectful and kind. But I know it’s not enough.

Because this is list could just as easily apply to boys. I need some girl specific tips. Some golden nuggets of advice just for them.

And so…here are the things I want to teach them.  What I want to make sure they know… 

Love yourself. You are unique and beautiful from the day you are born.  Don’t let society change that about you. Don’t base your self-worth on a dress size. And don't base it on what anyone else says to you. Be healthy. Be happy. Be active. Be yourself. 

Love deeply. Doing this means you will get your heart broken. You will think you have nothing to live for without “him” in your life. But you do have something for live for. You have the next ‘great love’ to meet. Judy Blume had the perfect quote for this:  “You can’t deny they ever happened. You can’t deny you ever loved them – love them still – even if loving them causes you pain.”  You said it sister. 

Don’t be a sheep but try not to be the black sheep either. I feel like I got through high school relatively un-traumatized because I existed on the fringes of all the “cliques” I wasn’t a princess or an athlete or a stoner or a brain or a weirdo (my kids will totally not get the Breakfast Club analogy…) but I had friends that were all of those things. I hope my girls do the same. That they befriend others for the person they are not the company they keep. 

Listen to your parents. I know this might come across as a little self serving but I want my girls to know that not only am I capable of giving good advice but I also have their best interest at heart. Even if they don’t always like what I have to say.

Trust your instincts. I know this will be a tough one because I am only just now learning how to do this myself. But it's important that we understand that sometimes the best advice comes from within. There is no one that knows us better than we know our own self.

I'm sure this list will evolve and change over the years. As I see my girls grow I will (hopefully) see what areas need more work and which ones are working out fine. 

For now...I'm going to let these stand as my guiding principles. And hope that I can help my daughters grow up to be young women that I am proud of. 

Based on these early years I have high hopes that will be the case.

 
 

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