"Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer"

Just so you know, I purposely waited extra long to post again so that everyone could read about my man. Oh, you haven't had a chance? Well go here. Or here. Or try here. It's worth a read. I'll wait. Go ahead...

Wednesday was preschool graduation. I know. I know. That's lame. Yes, preschool graduation is silly and just an opportunity for those crazy scrapbooking moms to get nutsoid wrestling each other to get the best picture. For the record, I GOT THE BEST PICTURE. And my kids ARE cuter than all the rest.

The kids were excited enough to get up and get their Sunday-best clothes on before 6:30a.m. I had to bribe them with waffles and extra syrup to get their clothes off and get back in their grimey pj's to eat so they wouldn't get anything on their Sunday-best.

I got them fed, dressed, hair done, teeth brushed. It was a big rush. A race against the clock -rush. Not an adrenaline rush. So, I got them in the car, and they were just hillarious. They both asked for the Peter Pan song. And while they listened, they danced (while safely buckeled in their car seats) and talked about the weather and who would be there. I looked back in the rear view mirror and I saw two of the most beautiful, grown up, funny, best looking kids.

I've been waiting four years for this. When they were babies, I'd just pray for the day when they could talk to me and tell me what was wrong, when they could feed themselves, wipe themselves...definitely prayer-worthy. And I knew that most people would say, "They're only babies once." But I can't explain it. I've just been waiting for them to grow up, just a little bit. When they were babies, I was just exhausted. When they were toddlers, I was chasing them all over the place. And they plotted against me, trust me. They'd give each other the eye, and then like little rolie-polies, scatter. One would go one way, the other, the other way...laughing in their success of plotting against me. When they were two - that was potty training. Let's just say, I got a black eye. Hey, potty trianing is a sport, in my humble opinion. When they were three, Ricardo would come home and find me looking for a job. It was, at times, THAT BAD.

But today, it turns out, I'm happy. I'm just as happy as can be. I'm well rested and happy. My kids are potty trained. My job is done. I thought I'd never get to where I am now. I never thought I'd be a stay-at-home-mom to twins. And here we are, riding through town, looking in the rear view mirror at them, in their Sunday-best, getting along, no hititng, or blood drawn. And just for a minute (I was at a red light folks, relax). I just took some time to never forget that moment.

Here's the song we were dancing to. If you can find it and download it. I highly recommend it. I think I'll save it and force Max to dance with me at his wedding. Maybe Ricardo can dance with Lucy too...but for now, I'm embracing the happy.

"Time" by Chantal Kreviazuk

Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time
I'm down I'm down on my knees I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you (I'm just an illusion) you don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me this time
I should've know better
I shouldn't have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away
Now this is my time
I'm going to make this moment mine.
(I shouldn't have wasted those days)
I'll take what you give me. Please know that I'm learning
I've looked in the mirror
My world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time

That's how I roll.