Sunday, May 14, 2006

Goals

Dear Scump,

I am not yet pregnant, but I am already your mother. I know myself better than anyone else does, so I am in the best position to pity you. But I've wanted to meet you for a very long time now, and I am determined to be the best mother I can possibly be. I hope that someday, despite everything, you'll be able to say to me "Ma, it wasn't so bad." That's my goal.

Right now, I am trying to prepare for you're arrival. After eight years of stress and neglect while in MIT, this "temple" was in shambles. I was fat and sluggish ... downright unhealthy. So, I've been trying to get fit, active, and healthy again. I'd like to be in the best shape I've been in my life before you come. You deserve nothing less.

I've set my sights on a 10K run on July 9. It may not seem much, but considering that 4 weeks ago I could hardly run 2 minutes without stopping to walk, you realize that it's a pretty lofty goal for me and my aching knees. I'm now eating more vegetables in a day than I must have eaten in a whole year in my first 25 years of life, and I am trying to lose about 5 more pounds. I know I'll gain it back again when you arrive, but, like I said, you deserve the best I can manage.

Oh, I almost forgot someone very important. Those years in MIT? Although I came out of it in the worst physical shape in my life, I am very thankful for them. That's where I met your father, in a class on partial differential equations, in the very last row. We've been together more than 6 years now, married almost 2 years, and we absolutely cannot wait to meet you.

We love you. See you soon.

Mama

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