For 5 years, it was just Styles and me. I was a single, working mom who was also a full time college student. We didn’t have a whole ton of time together but I really tried to maximize the time that we had together. Every Sunday we went on dates to the movies, a restaurant for dinner, or to Disney. I woke up early at least once a week to bake fresh blueberry muffins because they were his favorite breakfast. I was always the mom bringing in the fun, dressed-up snacks for his class.
When The Workaholic and I got married and had Madilyn shortly thereafter, time with Styles became even more scarce than it had been before. I sank into a postpartum depression, we moved to Savannah, and Grady was born shortly thereafter. Holy cow. If I thought time was scarce before Grady was born, I was certainly at a loss for where to find it afterwards.
Some parents help their children with their homework. Some parents sit down and have a nice dinner together every night. Some parents take all of their children to do fun things on the weekends. For us, those things were a little more difficult because The Workaholic is, well, a workaholic. That leaves just me vs. three very needy children. God didn’t bless me with children with varying degrees of neediness. OH no. He challenged me with three wonderful children who are all extremely needy emotionally and physically.
I found time for Styles where I could but he was often busy with friends from across the street, reading, or playing video games. I really didn’t feel that he was mourning our relationship until just before we moved to Raleigh when he told me that he missed our dates to the movie theater. It made me sad.
I know not every parent/child relationship is as awesome and involved as ours was for so long, but I felt terrible that we had been so close for so long and things suddenly changed. I tried to figure out how I could add time into my already jam-packed day so that Styles and I could start having some quality time together again.
There is really nothing that I can change about my schedule and I can’t ask the kid to drop out of middle school, so I decided that we would start running together. Every other day, we have been going to the YMCA to do the Couch to 5k Program. Styles loves to run but I loathe it. I LOVE working out but running has never been my forte.
I am actually learning to love my little 30 minute runs with my baby boy. We walk/run with the program and during the walking portion of the program, we get to talk and check in with one another or discuss our favorite television show, Pretty Little Liars. He pushes me to run faster and harder than I would by myself during the running portions.
So far, it has been a win-win and I am really enjoying my time with my handsome, nearly grown little guy.
Where has the time gone?