Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Heel to Toe

When we used to run together, Dad would tell me, "Heel to toe." And I remember thinking, "Well, that's kind of silly. How else are you supposed to put your feet on the ground." Then I would sort of exxagerate the whole heel to toe thing, making my feet into two rocking chairs. I probably drove him crazy.

(He left us, you know. Got new families as the mood suited him. Writing about him is helping me to forgive him. Because I should. Because I want to be that kind of person.)

Now it's my turn to be the parent patiently coaching the tender runner.

"Heel to toe." I told her.

She's not like me, taking the words and assuming any confusion is her fault. Nope. She wants to KNOW.

"What do you mean?"

I showed her.

She tried it.

"Wow." She bounced along. "That is better."

Pace. Pace. Pace.

"But now I'm getting tired."

"That's your muscles. You're working new ones."


I love being the parent I always wished I'd had.

Heel to Toe.


Crumbs said...

What a great story!
I think it's wonderful that you reflect on your daily interactions and then from there acknowledge that you're a great parent.

carla said...

I need to blog more...I get sucked into all YOUR (the royal. the plural.) writings.

this is so good.