Around the time we cheered Kelley on during her half-marathon, I thought a lot about what activities in my life give me bursts of good chemicals. Just being around all those runners was giving me ambitious feelings. Remembering running the 10k and overcoming something I'd once thought impossible reminded me of the BRAVE feelings that coursed through my body during the race.
|Enjoying our time (and the view!) in Charlottesville, VA.|
And then suddenly I thought: what if I spent my pregnancy doing awesome, brave things? If I was growing a baby while I was having awesome, brave experiences, would the baby grow up to be brave and ambitious as a result of all those chemical jolts received while he/she was growing?
Admittedly, I've been a little distracted and have not been paying close attention to doing awesome, brave things of late. But this is still something I kick around my mind during subway rides.
I'd like to teach a course this summer. I don't much care what the content is, but it's something I laid out for myself during Camp Mighty. I'm going to get on that.
I'd like to sing a song with my brother's band. That's another one I identified at Camp Mighty. I think I can make that happen.
We are what we eat, but we are also what we DO! Our actions not only represent who we are to others, but in the case of growing a baby, our actions might also influence the kind of little person we raise. Kind of interesting to think about.
(Note: Um. I'm not a scientist. I'm mostly talking in metaphor here... so... full disclaimer that I have no idea whether doing brave things results in a brave kid.)