Treadmills and Such

We went to the gym a few weeks ago, me and my girls. Yep we hit the gym to start the New Year off right! They got to the machines a little before I did and were up and going as I climbed onto my new death machine of choice. They both run on treadmills and were several rows in front of my elliptical runner. I turned my IPOD on and started off a killer pace. As my oxygen ran short I began to notice some interesting things. The first was that even from behind you can tell my girls are related, not that they are identical but there is just a certain synchronicity to their movements. They each have different running styles but there is a grace they share that is hard to define but easy to see. They each have strong purposeful strides that they seem to be able maintain for ever. Then as my oxygen levels dropped even lower I began to see this trip to gym as a metaphor for our lives. My girls are growing up and moving on. they no longer need to hold my hand or even be next to me as they learn new things and just get on with their lives The cool thing I noticed was that we were still going the same direction and that as they finished one exercise they came back to see me and let me know what they were doing next and to chat for a bit before they moved on to their next exercise. This also mirrors our life, they no longer need me to make all the decisions for them, but they do come back to keep me posted and to touch base. You know what? Our lives are changing but it' gonna be OK. Sometimes I miss my girls but I love the women I see them becoming. So I guess as long as I can still see my brown eyed girls,even in the distance all is right in my world!