Another Post About the Kick-Assitude of Women

As I've alluded to in previous posts, I've been going solo this week while Paul takes a business trip to Hawaii. That is, aside from my juiced bodyguard, in the event you are a creep and you are reading this.

Here we are after I dropped Owen off at preschool. 

I don't love it when Paul is gone. He's my best friend, and the boys love their daddy.

Yet, these periods when Paul travels remind me of my inner capability and strength. I can do bedtime and middle of the night and meal prep and discipline and hugs and kisses, and I can do it pretty damn well. My boys are content and joyful and just remarkable little people. 

It feels good to know that if I had to--God forbid--I could raise remarkable men on my own. 

I really don't want to, but I could. These roots are strong. 

I have that feminine strength that I honor when I think of my mother, who is celebrating her birthday today. I think of my girlfriends who face infertility, illness, change, heartbreak and life in general with dignity and perseverance. I think of those mothers, some as young as eighteen, who took my English classes when I taught at the community college, and spent their evenings working towards a future, for themselves, for their children. 

Also, because clearly this has been my kick this week, I think of Mary.

I also am humbled by my friends, and the way they care for me so tenderly. My friend who invited us over for dinner one night, because she knows that evenings are hard. My friends who took their cranky tribes to my house on Wednesday, so I could feed them Shepherd's Pie and again, break up the evening haul. My friend, who took Owen over to her neighborhood and entrusted him with the important task of making the lemonade. 

He's still talking about that lemonade. 

The universe is so abundant. People are so good.

And, oh these boys. There are no words to explain how I love them. My eyes well up as I sit here, eating my spinach dip and drinking my Pinot Grigio, just humbled that I am allowed to live and breathe and exist with these miracles. 

And finally, there's you.  I posted every day this week, which is possibly more than necessary. But you listened. You commented. Your virtual arms are strong, and I am grateful. So very, very grateful.

The universe is abundant indeed.