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While this More Than Full-Time Working Wonder Woman was out saving the world my boys made friends with some kids down the street – and that is totally awesome! It’s one of the reasons we moved… so the kids could ride their bikes down the sidewalk, knock on the door and ask the age old question, ” Can So&So come out to play.”

The new friend’s sweet mom gave us an Amish Friendship Bread starter to seal the deal – and at the time I thought how cute is that… get it… new friends… Amish Friendship Bread… I am gonna have to add that to my Wonder Woman Repertoire.

And then life happened. While I was out doing good, saving Mr. Wonder Woman, selling popcorn, and getting ready for a little thing called Halloween…  I forgot about the bread.

On this Friday morning at the end of a string of really full and somewhat stressful weeks – when I just didn’t have the time or the gumption left to come up with a separate “book character parade” “Click-Clack-Moo” Cow costume and had to softly and gently let AK know it just wasn’t gonna happen – this Friday morning when I saw the deflated bag and imagined the cries of a million little yeast cell’s crying out from starvation… I lost it. Yep, total crying melt down… at 6:45AM.

I was ready to hang it up – turn in my Wonder Woman Underoos – change my label to Fail Whale Mom.

Mr. Wonder Woman gave me a big hug and affirmed that I am still a WONDER WOMAN… I am just not a perfect woman.

Ahhh… right! Not perfect. Big Sigh. Relief.

S0, I jumped in the shower, slapped on some makeup, threw on my Wonder Woman socks for just a little extra reminder today… and headed out to once again save the world one web site at a time.

I am writing this post out of gratitude…
in case I havn’t blogged it lately…
I want ya’ll to know…
I fucking love my husband.

THANX: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kyz/3690234544/sizes/l/#cc_license

This week is one of those that I get to choose what I want to focus on. Do I want to:

1. Focus on the amazing gift of my boys and relish in the small milestone of their successfully completing another year in school or…
2. Focus on the logistics of graduation presentation after work, coordinating dinner with the family, last-minute teacher gifts sneaking up on me AGAIN, the camera’s battery dieing 20 minutes before the start, registering for summer programs and were the hell did I put those damn shot records again… oh and Fab!Hubby’s last minute, “Sorry honey I have to go to Louisiana for a work emergency and can’t be at the graduation.”

Yes, I get to choose.

In these moments when I stand at the cross roads of deciding where do I want to put my focus, I always think of the old tombstone story – do I want mine to say “How I wish I had worked more.” In this case – in 20, 40, 60 years do I want to remember how overwhelmed and behind the 8 ball I felt the last week of school for the boys or I do I want to remember how I honored I felt to be their Mom. I want to engrave into my mind the picture of Z-Man is his miniature cap and gown trying not to crack up as he walked down the aisle to the stage. I want to remember taking the time this morning to look each of them in the eye and tell them I am so proud of them. I want to remember the look on their face when they knew I really pushed pause on time and saw them, acknowledged them, honored them and loved them. Time will stand still if I ask it to, if I claim the moment… time will expand and we will end up exactly where we were meant to be – when we were meant to be there.

This year’s end of school program at Z-Man’s preschool is particularly bitter sweet. St. Micheal’s is a parish school of Hope Episcopal Church in Oak Forest and it has been helping children grow for 55 years. The school administrator as truly been there the entire time… some of the teachers have been there for 30+ years. This little place – this oasis from the world – has held Z-Man in its arms while the teachers and staff have guided my children, first AK, then Z-Man for the last 4 years. Z-Man was just toddling in the door when we started and last night he glided down the aisle as truly a big accomplished boy.

And so we move forward as a family with all our children in school – real school – K thru 12 school. And while I am REALLY looking forward to the reduction in our monthly day-care bill… I am also very aware that we now have no more “babies” at home.

I choose to be present to the moment this week.

The logistics will sort themselves out because I claim, trust and affirm they will. I chose to focus on smiles of pride, big hugs, teary eyes, and true life milestones. I will breath in each moment and anchor it in my mind… everything else will just float by.