I was thinking about this today. I raised my mother to be a good mother. (yea, you have to know her to understand that this true statement). By the time I was out of the house, she still raised my sister - who will also be a good mother. In the meantime, I have become the selfish mother who gets up and leaves her children at every possible moment she can. And, it's not even like I'm doing something good for them, I'm going running. RUNNING at 5:40am? Yes, running. I have the salt crusted eyelashes to prove it when I get home. I often look like a margarita glass that's been left on the counter too long (sweaty, salt crusted, and empty, but with a distinct bowl like shape - yes, indeed, that is my new visual).
On Saturdays instead of spending time making a huge family breakfast, which is what I used to do on Saturdays.... I spend time with my best girlfriends shlepping around parts of Glen Allen, Henrico, and Ashland in mad hot skirts and bloody sneakers at 6mph.
So as I was saying, today, with just under 2 months left until the BIG M (i.e. the marathon) I am wishing for understanding and forgiveness from my children, and I think about all the times in my explosive teen years (and tween years) when I thought my mother was outright mean, and then in my young adult years when I thought she was selfish. And now I think, maybe, just maybe, her selfishness wasn't that at all. It was really preservation of sanity, and I should appreciate the efforts that she made.
I hope my own kids are this forgiving of me at some point.