I am a Ninja.

We are big American Ninja Warrior fans in my house. Not only do we watch the show weekly, but my kids can turn almost anything both inside and outside of the house into a “Ninja” obstacle. I have also successfully completed a miniature Ninja course, minus

the salmon ladder. That obstacle in insane. When I watch these athletes complete these insane obstacles, often with a smile on their face, I am in complete aww. Their strength, dedication and endurance is incredible. I wish I could do the things they do. I would love to have a Ninja course close to home that me and my children could go to on a regular basis. It would be so much fun and a great challenge, but unfortunately, we do not. I must come to terms that I will never be an American or Canadian Ninja Warrior. However, I am a Ninja. I am also a Warrior. I think you automatically become these things when you become a parent. I am not saying you have to be a parent to be a Ninja, a Warrior or to run a daily obstacle course. We are all Ninjas. We all face challenges and we all overcome. Being a parent can just really up the level of difficulty.

I run an obstacle course every single day. It may not include a Warped Wall or a Salmon Ladder, but it is just as if not more challenging then the courses we watch on TV. These obstacles can be emotional, mental, physical or all of the above. The obstacle course can change from day to day and can be very unpredictable. I do not get any special training for the course, but somehow manage to get through it every day. I can get through it in sickness or in health or after zero or eight hours of sleep. HA! 8 hours of sleep, what is that? More realistically, I can get through the course after zero or five hours of sleep.

My obstacle course can include; convincing my daughter the green cup is just as good as the blue, getting my kids to school on time, finding time to take a shower, work out

or finish a meal, be in 3 places at once, completing a to do list, groceries, remembering appointments, arranging playdates, date nights or coffee dates, preparing meals the kids will eat that don’t involve ice cream or gummy worms, keeping my cool in chaos, breaking up fights, consoling anxious kids, minimizing pain, waiting out a tantrum, building self-esteem, monitoring screen time, enthusiastically playing house with my 4 year old, even though my life is playing house and it isn’t always fun, school issues, peer issues, marriage issues, money issues, health issues and getting through an episode of Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead without a child entering the room and being scarred for life.

I sometimes fail one or more of the obstacles, but push the buzzer every single night.

Sometimes I press it prematurely, not realizing the course is not yet complete, when one of my children wakes up 1, 2, 3 or 10 times during the night, when my dog throws up or when my 4 year old climbs into bed with my husband and I and we fight to stay on the bed or to keep our blankets on. Whether prematurely or not, I press the buzzer every night and prepare to start the next course.

I do not receive a round of applause and no one is wearing a t-shirt with my name on it. There are no fireworks going off or any high fiving or celebratory hugs. But I did it. Sometimes it can be really hard to recognize all of the obstacles I completed in my day, focusing only on the 1 or 2 that I failed. Why is it so easy to focus on failure? All of my kids are in bed, they were all fed and are overall happy. Success, Success, Success. I pushed the buzzer. You pushed the buzzer. Give yourself a pat on the back, round of applause or reward yourself with a glass of wine or a piece of cake (just don’t let your kids see the cake). You are a Warrior. You are a Ninja, and I see you.

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