On my treadmill this morning, I thought “Oh my GOSH–how many years have I been doing this–running from old age–and he gets closer everyday!” I remembered how back in high school track practice, Coach Mo would have us running laps after laps after laps until most of us were throwing up. That is a horrible memory, yet he was preparing all of us to “go the distance”. It was preparation, training–pushed to the limit–to bring about formidable results.
The next horrible memory of consistent, repeated bouts of throwing up was when I was almost 42 and pregnant with our fourth child. I kept down almost nothing except Route 44 cherry limeade from Sonic (isn’t THAT a revolting thought!) for most of the first trimester. However, even though it may seem odd, I almost welcomed the nausea and dry heaves–because after 13 years, we were actually going to have another Costello!! It was preparation–for an amazing, long-prayed-for result.
In parenting and homeschooling, it is incumbent on us to recognize the marathon realities of the job we pursue. Some days in a cold, dreary February, with whiny kids, an impossibly messy house, and workbooks that are even putting me to sleep, I feel almost nauseous. Thoughts of “How much longer is this going to take?” and “Can I not just REST?” seem to take up permanent residence in my head. But we have to fight through the laziness–the boredom (YES,I SAID IT) of doing the same repetitive exercises that lead to concept mastery. We truly do have to step, back, look at the big picture–raising the next generation– and keep going. Even if it sometimes makes us wanna throw up.