The Explanation

A recent conversation with my 6 year old before bed:

Me: Grace, I'm racing tomorrow morning.  When you wake up, I won't be here, but dad will.  So if you need anything you'll be all set.

Grace: Mom, why do you ALWAYS race?

Me: I don't ALWAYS race.  I didn't race yesterday.  I didn't race on Monday.  In fact, I probably only race about once every month or two.  

Grace: But, why do you always run?

Me: Because I like the way it makes me feel.  It's good for me.  Why? Does it bum you out when I run?

Grace: I just think you should be spending that time with us. 
---> aaaand cue the guilt

Me: I spend a lot of time with you guys. I love hanging out with you.  But, I need to do my own thing, too.  It's good for all of us.  

Blank stare 

Me: Why do you sleep with your blanket every night?

Grace: My blanket is the most important thing in the world to me. 
---> slightly concerned about this, but it enforces my point, so I leave it.

Me: Right. Well, aside from you, Rosie and Daddy, running is one of the most important things in the world to me.  You need your blanket.  I need running.  
Grace: Mom?
Me: Yes, Grace? 
Grace: What would you do if you didn't run?
Me: I have no idea.  That's really hard for me to imagine.
Grace: If I didn't have my blanket, I would be sad all the time.
Me: I totally get it.  Good thing we have what we need, right?

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Scare Me - New Beat Fund