Once upon a time…
That was my rear view 7 years ago. See that little guy on the right? That’s my youngest son walking past.
This is what he looks like now.
He’s 12 years old and not so small anymore.
When he was 3, he used to take a plastic bottle into the bathtub with him. He’d fill it with water and bubbles and shake it, then offer it to me. He’d say “here’s your protein powder, Mommy.”
I’ve been a gym rat for his whole life.
As for the older one, he’s now 18 years old. I’ve been a gym rat for his whole life too.
Here he is, with me, at a picnic long ago. See that bicep? Get the magnifying glass. It’s there, I swear.
One of his first words was “Cap.” Why? Because my dad liked to take care of him when I went to the gym and he’d always say “Look, Mommy’s putting on her cap. She’s going to go workout.” He knew cap = workout = fun with Grandpa.
Now, he’s getting ready to pack up and head off to college in a few months. We just ordered his linens and a few other things for his dorm room last night.
Through every stage of my boys’ lives, I’ve been hitting the weights. They don’t know what it’s like to have a mom who doesn’t go to the gym (or who doesn’t do pull ups on a bar in the doorway or who doesn’t bang out bicep curls while watching TV).
It’s hard to believe I’ve been at this so long but I have pictures that tell the tale. I walked through the gym doors about 25 years ago…and I’m still there having fun!