I was surprised. Though I shouldn’t be. Nothing in my life, including cancer, has delivered more surprises (and fodder for writing) than my daughter Alli.
Happily she’s delivered far more than that. Love. Joy. Pride. The rich treasures and rewards of being a parent.
Still the surprises keep coming, since the day I became a mother.
At two and a half, she taught herself how to read; I have no idea how.
After high school, she rejected attending UCLA in favor of working at UPS.
She also rejected money set aside for her education when she finally did go to college; and she’s been entirely self- supporting since age 18.
She knows what’s under the hood of a car.
She doesn’t obsess over chocolate.
All surprises, all the polar opposite of me, just like the latest example: She didn’t approach her 30th birthday anything like I would have.
No big party (I think the last one was her Bat Mitzvah).
To celebrate her 30th birthday (we define that word differently, too) it’s totally in character that she would choose something involving discipline, organization and hard work: on Sunday February 2, the exact day of her 30th birthday, Alli is running her first marathon.
No, wait. Let me rephrase that. She’s planning to run her first marathon.
Though we’re different in some ways, she’s got my DNA, so she skews toward the neurotic. And saying she’s running the marathon would jinx it.
I think I can safely say she’s planning to run it. I can also say that when Alli says she will do something, you can plan on it happening.
Like her training. She’s never been an athlete; so almost a year ago she asked for help from my husband V, who’s an experienced marathoner. His coaching meant giving her a plan and there’s nothing Alli loves more than a plan.
All these months, she’s been remarkably disciplined and determined. That part is no surprise. But she’s also been remarkably coachable, especially for a control freak. She’s followed V’s instructions down to the letter: how far to run, when to run, what to eat. He says she never missed one single practice run and on every single run she has completed the exact mileage he prescribed—despite colds, traveling out of town, shin splints, nausea, sprained ankles, knees and hips. And god knows what else she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me to worry about it.
Naturally, she agonized over whether she could accomplish her “warm up” half marathon in Long Beach a few months ago.
She was perky and energetic after running 13 miles. I was the one complaining about having to walk a half mile uphill to the nearest Starbucks. A few weeks later, she ran 20 miles at 4:30 a.m. and then cooked our entire Thanksgiving dinner. When I say she takes my breath away, I mean it.
Running a marathon (I mean, planning to run) is a blip in the long list of why I’m so proud of Alli I could explode.
And for all the pride I feel about what Alli does, I take far more pride in who she is, in the qualities of her character that make me feel incredibly lucky and blessed for the gift of being her mom.
Happy Birthday to my extraordinary daughter with all my love. 30 years and many more surprises to come. I’m planning on it.
Being a step dad to your two kids has been a decidedly smoother road for me than my bumpy experience with my own kids – all the good stuff, minimal responsibility. When Alli asked me to help her map out a one year training plan to prepare her to run a marathon, I was happy she asked and happy to help her. I thought it would be an initial sit down session and maybe once a month checkins. I should have known better. Alli, being a combination of perfectionist, driven, stubborn, brave and neurotic, thoroughly drained me of all the knowledge and advice I had at my disposal to give her. Some days our email exchanges reached double digits.
As Alli became more reliant on my coaching, I became more invested in her success. And for any coach to have a subject like Alli to mentor, is as good as it gets. For the last year, Alli has given me her best effort, her complete trust and her unconditional love. A treasured gift.
Thank you D for your trust in encouraging my fullest relationship with your two remarkable kids….And, tomorrow, Go Alli !
The love you have for your daughter is very evident in this blog. Go Alli with your goal…Mom,enjoy!
Such beautiful words and you were the best coach she could have had– plus no one would have shown appreciation for a coach like Alli did. A win/win for all.
BJ, so sweet and thoughtful. The day of the marathon combined with her 30th birthday was really spacial, but I am enjoying every second. Thank you!