In their younger years, the gifts came in the form of an art project from school. I still have a number of these Mother’s Day gifts. YaYa’s school photo glued onto a paper plate which was decked out with gold macaroni is currently on my window sill. BoBo’s bracelet made of elastic tied safety pins which have tiny colored beads covering the pin is in my jewelry box. As they grew older, the school made projects stopped. This was the years of “coupons” listing a number of chores or acts of kindness they knew that I enjoyed. I have quite a few of these as well.
I love all of their gifts for they are from the heart. Even the wooden oven rack pusher-puller device that BoBo made in middle school — which I later discovered was supposed to be carved into an animal or some other artistic design. I still love it. 
This year’s gifts, were even more loving and personal. Quality time together doing something that I love (which they have never had any interest in doing), and a SJ Sharks jersey. Because you can’t watch playoffs with your sons and not fall in love with the team that put you on the couch together.
These boys are my everything. And I love being with them — on the couch or in yoga.
Happy Mother’s Day!


An old song came on the radio this morning while I was driving to work. On this day in particular, the words ring true loud and clear. I began singing along — and soon I was crying as well.
After checking in at the volunteer registration table, we found a sunny place to prepare for the race – securing our headbands, timing chips, and start wrist bands. We checked our bags, emptied our bladders, did a mini stretch and warm up and reconnected with Jen & George.
The Herc Hoist was next, followed by the Multi-Rig (All Rings for the Sprint). Then came the Hurdles. After each trying to hop up to the pointy crest, Carol and I helped each other over the lot before we went on to the Atlas Carry. Remembering the technique of rolling the stone from the ground up one bent knee then across the other raised knee, I managed to lift mine off the ground without my back taking the brunt of it. It was a nice change for me.
We walked a bit before hitting the Bucket Carry. This has never been a favorite, but I picked up my bucket with hope that it wouldn’t be as bad as the last time. The hill we carried our loads up and then down was steep. I focused on firming my core and pelvis as I made my way and I had to stop a number of times to give my back a break or let the crowd ahead thin out so that I could choose my path of preference. This was important as it was hard to see over my bucket on the way downhill. Robert and Carol waited for me to finish before we climbed the next hill.
We arrived at the Spear Throw next. I set up my throw, aimed at the target, but somehow managed to hit my pack and head with the spear at the end of my throw. Thirty more Burpees for me…and Carol. But Robert hit it straight on. He went ahead of us towards the [uphill] Barbed Wire Crawl – which was lower to the ground than other races.
