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Running Shoes. Just click your heels twice.

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Alright, I’ll give it to you straight, I have spent the last couple of hours emptying my heart onto this page, split it wide open, raw, maybe too raw. So I proofed it, questioned it, changed it, proofed it again and it just doesn’t feel like its ready to be shared. What I will share with you is the last couple of paragraphs…

“Later that night I laced up. I knew that the one thing that would smooth my edges would be to put on my running shoes and just work it out, physically, just let it all go.

My running shoes have come to represent so much for me. It doesn’t matter if I walk in them or run in them, heck I can just put them on and they change how I feel.

They offer me a moment to myself, a moment where I don’t have to explain, or share… just be. The only fight is between me and myself. Nothing to prove. I can cry if I want to and blame my teary eyes on the wind 😉 

I can just run it out.

When I won my first pair of running shoes it was as if I was holding Dorothy’s red slippers. A feeling like that is to be shared, duplicated, given…to others.

I have no doubt that every time a Mom laces up a pair of running shoes they will feel the magic that they hold. What a beautiful way to not only help, but to empower.”

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Staying grounded, holding on, letting go. It’s all good.

IMG_2428Our humble attempt at a self portrait the day we brought Logan home after he was first diagnosed. Happy to have him home after three days and two long nights in the hospital.

What has always caught my eye about this photo, aside from Zoe’s puzzled look and the pure joy that we were feeling on that day, is how tightly I am holding on to Logan, never to let him go.

We were all squished together trying to get the shot, wanting to stay in that moment forever. Happy, safe and for a second forgetting how our life had just been turned inside out, upside down. How Logan’s life had changed…forever.

Thinking of that day and where we are now makes me catch my breath, but then I sit tight, remind myself to trust, and try not to hold on so tight.  Letting go is good, but geez it can be hard sometimes.

Even as I write this I am sidetracked by thoughts of them growing too quickly, picturing their tiny little hands slowly slipping out of mine as they grow and explore. Excited and scared at the same time. They are going to be awesome people, I’m so excited to see what they do, where they go…but wait, don’t grow so fast.

I am already picturing them in college, and I’m that mom, screaming after them, “Wait, I still haven’t finished your scrapbook from kindergarten!!” How the heck does it happen so fast?

My heart aches a little bit. Expanding I’m sure. Bursting with a love that I can’t seem to get out fast enough before they set off into the world. I just don’t want to miss one minute of it. Not one.

I take a deep breath, chanting to myself trust, trust, trust. It’s all good. It really is.

This D-life that we have come to know has brought us to so many amazing crossroads, and so many wonderful people. Today was a reminder of all that as I connected with new D-Mom’s, gave thanks to supporters in our community and frantically, and without coffee I might add, tried to nail down my final registration info. for the ride. I couldn’t help but think of how far we’ve come.

If you didn’t know this already, I’m starting to get both excited and nervous about it all. The ride that is. I’m vacillating between What was I thinking? and What was I thinking?

I was in a total panic this morning when I found out that my bike needs to be shipped one week prior to my event and I felt like I was sending them one of my children, who knew I would get so attached to my bike! The whole letting go and holding on seems to be a recurring theme today.

So in the mean time to help me stay focused I decided to use this time to share some facts about T1D. All of the information I will be sharing with you is provided by the JDRF and can be found at http://www.jdrf.org. (I have paraphrased some of it to keep it simple, but it can be found in it’s entirety on their website).

T1D- the basics:

Type 1 diabetes (T1D) is an autoimmune disease in which a person’s pancreas STOPS producing insulin. Insulin is a hormone that enables people to get energy from food.

The body’s immune system ATTACKS and DESTROYS the insulin-producing cells in the pancreas, called BETA-CELLS.

The causes of T1D are not entirely understood, though scientists believe that both genetic factors and environmental triggers are involved.


That’s all for today, please stay tuned for more fast facts about T1D as I do my best to stay grounded and count down the days until I ride.

Thanks for stopping by, for sharing and for cheering us on! I can hear the cowbell already!

(And your homework for today is not to remember all the T1D facts but to grab the person or pet next to you, squish together, hold on tight, take a self portrait and treasure it…always).


There is always something that you can do…

Yikes! It’s been awhile, hope everyone is having a great summer. I’m nearing the 30 day mark before my JDRF 100 mile ride and at the same time digging my heels into the ground as I try to slow down these wonderful summer days, I love having my kids at home.

Just food for thought, I’ll be back again soon…have a great day!

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Run, ride, love, fundraise…repeat.

sky above meHi! I hope you are having a fun summer! I need to get caught up here but I am knee deep in my fundraising efforts for my 100 Mile JDRF ride, yes, that is 100 miles in one day. Gulp. But I can do it. Here’s more about why I will ride, I would be grateful if you would share this, thank you!


In the meantime I hope you will enjoy my recent post from my running blog,


Thank you and have a fantastic summer, I’ll be back with more in a bit…thanks for stopping by!



Logan and Zoe, having fun at the ESPN Expo, enjoying the photo ops, Jan. 2013.

Behind, behind, behind, that’s how I feel, chasing my tail, digging a hole, whatever you call it, that’s how I feel….but I quickly surrender to the thought that I am right where I’m supposed to be.

I had this list, kind of long actually, of things I wanted to talk about on the blog. I’ve been away from this one for awhile. Once the 1/2 at Disney with the JDRF team came upon us it felt like there was no stopping to take a few minutes to write, so thanks for sticking with us, lots of good stuff coming up in 2013.

I won’t bore you with the details of the race, but if you are interested you can check out the posts at my running blog, http://miles4moms.wordpress.com/2013/01/29/disney-and-so-the-magic-begins-or-was-it-mayhem/

I do have things I want to share, and I was sitting here putting my thoughts together when the health room aide called to talk about Logan’s lunch numbers. He was in the 300’s this morning, we thought he’d go down with a correction but he was still in the 300’s at lunch time. I probed, wondering if he was feeling o.k., the health room aide assured me that he was, though he was having a bit of a rough day. He had hit his head on a table and also had an ‘accident’. The high numbers, the low numbers, all of the numbers, well I can take all that, I know what to do with that, but when I hear that he had an ‘accident’ I instantly hate Type 1.

It might seem odd to you that I don’t “hate” Type 1 every day, I don’t like it, and probably do hate it every day, but most days I know what to do with it. Days like this though, it gets messy for me when it leads to awkward social moments for Logan, like this one.

I feel bad that he had to deal with it, just imagine. So I’m crossing my fingers that his classmates didn’t see it happen, I picture him rushing to the bathroom trying to prevent it from happening, and I’m hoping that he made it in time with little exposure to his peers. Not easy for a 9 year old boy to have an ‘accident’. This has not happened in such a long time, but when his numbers are high, it can happen, he can’t sense the urgency and its a real possibility for him that it can happen. I can’t say this is true for everyone that has diabetes, but it’s true for him, it always has been.

So the fundraising, the raising awareness, well it takes a back burner today because honestly, I hate diabetes today. I hate that it interferes with his social life at times like this. Then I think to myself, “Don’t lose sight, don’t give up hope, don’t get mad for too long, because there is a lot of work to do and being angry, well it has it’s place, it will drive me to stay on this path of finding a cure and raising awareness, but only if I use it for fuel and not a platform for a pity party.”

So, 13.1 miles, done. Second highest fundraiser, done. Being a part of a team that raised over $60,000 for T1D research, done. Being so proud of my kids, never done. Showing my children that there is always something we can do and that every dollar, every good intention and every kindness can encourage hope and be the foundation for change, continues to be done.

When I ran the 13.1 miles I liked that is was “13.1”, in my mind, the one standing for Type 1, and even though I had moments of getting caught up in my own race goals and not being able to meet them I had to walk away feeling that we had won on so many levels. So now I refer to it as 13.Won, because I believe someday we will win, and there will be a cure. In the meantime Logan, my niece Reagan and all of the other children burdened with Type 1 deserve our attention, our support and they deserve the best life that they can live.DSCN1931

We are all connected…Heart Garland

DSCN1135I wasn’t sure what we would tell Logan and Zoe, much less the details of the tragic events. So, when Zoe asked me if someone was shot at a school, well, I was a bit rattled. My parenting skills skipped town, my heart ached and my mind raced searching for answers.

She had overheard some parents talking after school while she was practicing cartwheels with her friends. I love Zoe for her attentiveness, but in this moment I had only wished that she had been more distracted by the giggling of her friends than the tears of a mother.

In the end we talked with Logan and Zoe about what happened at Sandy Hook. It was not easy, trying to find the words to explain to them about the depth of it all without scaring them or adding worry to their thoughts.

We left the conversation feeling that we had covered what needed to be covered, though more than we had anticipated. As the weekend rolled along there were other moments when it resurfaced, innocently giving Zoe a glimpse of what had happened. The front page of a newspaper laying on a table at Panera’s. An overwhelmed mother talking with her friend near the kids Christmas movies at Target. In that particular moment I couldn’t react fast enough to get Zoe away from the conversation, leading to me giving the other Mom the ‘stink-eye’ with a “What are you doing?!!” glare.

It was in the car that the conversation transpired, Zoe wondering how someone could be so ‘mean’, How could they hurt those kids? Why did he go to the school? Why? Why? Why? Logan sat quietly in the seat next to her, I watched their faces, my heart ached for those families and I could see my children struggling with it all, internally, externally, searching.

As we talked about it, I wanted them to remember that there is always something that can be done. We all want to turn back time and save those children and families from heartache and loss. But we can’t, so what do we do? As a society, that’s up to us, the adults, that’s not what this moment was about. It was about helping my children feel safe and showing them to keep putting good back in the world, to remind them how much good is out there and that together we can help each other heal. It doesn’t have to be a grand gesture, what’s most important is that it is a heartfelt, loving one.

It all felt so ‘big’, what to do, how to help. My own mind raced with thoughts about the families, the children, the community. There were no words to express the range of emotions that we were all feeling, trying to grab onto whatever it is that keeps us centered.

While searching for ways to translate it all to my seven and nine year old, I tried to explain to them that sometimes when there is a big crack in the pavement you have to fill in the all of the little cracks first. That all of the little things help fix the big things. I could see their bodies relax, their faces soften as they eased back into their seats.

I asked them what would make them feel better if this would have happened to our family. They both said hugs first and then as we talked about our family blog and how we have been sending out hearts to raise awareness for T1D they shouted out, we could send hearts!! Perfect I thought, something that they could do and it would help them feel like they had control of what was happening.

I wasn’t at all surprised when they started asking if they could ask their friends and family to send hearts too. Hmmmmm…I explained that it might be a little tricky because for many reasons, and good ones, not everyone will have the same information about what happened, so we might want to just ask a few people to join us. They were persistent and truly believed that others would want to join us, so I sent out a few e-mails, shared with a few friends and you know, they were right.

As the names started to pour in, I thought to myself, “Kids have it right, they blurt things out, they cut to the chase and they speak from the heart, no filters”, though sometimes I wish they had a little bit of filter, like when we are in the check-out line and they suggest that the lady should use the white stuff that I use for her mustache.

At first we thought to just send a box of hearts, then there were so many names we thought to make a garland of hearts. A collection of love, thoughts and prayers sent together, strung together by one ribbon, feels right. We are all connected, a garland would be perfect.

In a short amount of time we have received over 200 names and they keep coming. They have come from all over the United States, Canada, India, Australia, Japan and Guatemala.

So, join us! We invite you to send your name, city, and state to be added to one of our hearts. (It doesn’t have to be your full name, whatever you feel comfortable with, though we would like to add a location to show support from all over, not just from where we are from).

Feel free to share this post with friends and family, we’ll be taking names until Dec. 25 at Midnight (MST). All you need to do is leave your info. here or you can e-mail it to me at ddricke@gmail.com. We’ll make sure that your love and good vibes are added to our garland, and we’ll be sure to post a photo of the garland when it is completed.

Thank you for considering it and for sharing it. I am grateful to all of those that have contributed in helping this parenting moment slowly shift from a very difficult conversation to a movement of love and kindness. We look forward to adding you to our family of hearts! and since we can’t hug everyone as Logan and Zoe so eagerly suggested, we send you hugs from here, may we all continue to move forward in kindness and grace.