Groundhog says what?

Getting yanked from a seemingly perfect slumber could be a little alarming, not to mention create the business end of a hissy-fit. It's a lot of pressure to put on someone, then somehow give one's best work, most lucid and rational response. Not even 37 seconds ago you were warm, dreaming of a beach vacation and somewhere along the way you developed a bikini body...yeah, the stuff that dreams are made of. Only to be woken up, for no satisfying reason, other than to have a man declare you saw your shadow.

While the above clearly describes 'ol Punxsutawney Phil, I shudder to realize this actually could be describing my life every Saturday. Being awoken, dozens of minutes before anyone would deem to open their eyes on a weekday, only to be told, "...mom, I'm up." Um, good to know, and is also loosely translated as, "Are you getting up to satisfy my every wanted need?" Groundhog says WHAT? Why? Where? How?

I should tell you this isn't a rant. This isn't some declaration that moms all over the world have the crap end of the stick (read my bumper sticker). This isn't a testament to the wonderful humans I call my children (don't own that bumper sticker). This is a message about time, talent, knowing when to call the fight and when to storm the beaches...however, if I am seemingly pulling off a bikini body, do not wake me, I WILL CUT YOU!

We all have talents, we compliment others on them probably more frequently than we ever would for ourselves. You go out into the work force and clearly your talents are rewarded, I mean you have a job, right? For those who work at home, we secretly know what we are good at, despite the fact that somethings may never indeed echo anything you could put on a resume. Work it. Own it. Be the best damned laundry folder/ cupcake maker/DVR-show-finder out there. You deserve it! Personally, I fold a great fitted sheet, and have also been told that I am a witch, but I digress.

Know when to call the fight. Everyone comes into contact with someone who just get their big time thrills...arguing. I have a few living in this house. I used to engage at first, in what I assume would be a friendly debate. However, despite the fact that they do not pay taxes, kids are all knowing (not on a bumper sticker). As things became unfriendly, I just shut up. What did it matter who won the fight? Call it already and move your happy ass out of there. It's healthy, it's responsible, and boy does it drive my "Great Debater" up a tree...a win/win if you will.

Storming the beaches- man I want a vacation, like a warm, sun shiny, sit on my money maker vacation...sorry. Storming the beaches is when you've sat, listened, waited and debated on when to break up some nonsense. Either you hit your breaking point or you are about to hear someone's face be broken. You walk in, separate and shut it down. Extra points for no words spoken, sort of puts people on point. Truly, this could be done in a house full of kids, or a break room full of employees, your call.

Lastly, I feel it necessary to talk about time. It's unforgiving, fickle, fantastic, terrifying, and educational and only moves forward. It is something that denotes growth, oblivescence and knowing how you got to where you are now. I was reminded in the last month multiple times how much time has changed things, people, feelings and situations. I admittedly was terrified of time at some point. As in would I have time to make it right? Would I have time to understand even if I did? I used to wonder about my kids growing up, now I wonder who turned on the warped speed to life. I can look back at pictures and ponder memories, and genuinely smile. Not because I necessarily, had it all together, not even close. Moreover, time gave me what I have, and that pretty amazing. And, I'm not obtuse enough to think that these kids will be growing up any slower. It does beg me to shout out occasionally, "WARP SPEED? Captain Scotty that Groundhog has never been on the Enterprise!!!"

...Mrs. Raj

It is funny how life changes in the blink of an eye. One minute you are either mentally hanging yourself or patting yourself on the back for surviving. The thing that should never cease to exist in life is owning how you probably had nothing to do with any of the above other than merely having a pulse in that moment. There will always challenges physically or within you that if you aren't careful, will make you miss a chance, a moment of greatness that you might not ever get to have again. Life is not about the amount of breaths you take, it's about the moments that take your breath away...

I remember talking to a friend, chronicling all of my timelines on life/relationships/wellbeing. She heard what I had to say, gave a thoughtful pause, and basically told me I was full of crap. She rebutted with the notion, "Who makes up these timelines? Why do you have them? Is it a defense mechanism or are you knowingly okay with throwing away something great, because of your fear?" I hated to admit it, but she was completely correct...it was time to allow a few moments that could take my breath away.

If you are lucky in life you find a great love. The love of adolescence is different than that of a 40+ year old, with age comes the foresight, judgement and balance of knowing not only what your heart wants but what you want. I am fortunate to have found a person, who not only will put up with me, but completes me in a way I never thought possible. I am blessed to be given a chance to love this person in a way I missed dearly. I am grateful that he has become not only someone I couldn't imagine living without, but he is also that person to my kids as well. He is symmetry. He is equanimity. He makes me smile and laugh like no one else has. My soul was searching for someone, never really believing I would find them...but every day with him, sort of takes my breath away.

Atti has been practicing standing for weeks...no really. He wanted to make sure he got it right. Nora has been practicing her wedding reception dance moves with Jimmi for months. She found the best sort of music, practiced her twirls and our kitchen resembled a dance studio every weekend. One time while Jimmi and she were dancing/practicing she asked if the singer was Harry Connick Jr. Jimmi said it was Sinatra, but they did sound similar. As they twirled and laughed I found myself smiling, not just on my face, but the kind of smile that comes from your toes and works its way upward and outward...and it took my breath away.

Nearly two weeks ago, running late, slightly exhausted from over planning and trying to remain calm all at the same time, I was speeding down the highway with the Talls. We were supposed to be at the reception venue to start pictures at 2 p.m. It was already 1:45 p.m. we were in route and I wasn't even dressed. I looked in the rearview mirror, marveling in my head how completely handsome the boys looked in their tuxedos. They didn't look uncomfortable but they did look scared. I was ranting about how we were going to be late and Oscar said, "So, how does this work?" Confused I asked what he meant. He said, "We walk down the aisle and then what?" I said it was a wedding not the SAT, to which he alerted me, they'd never been to a wedding they had only seen one on TV. In all of my over planning, I never factored that notion into my head. Thankfully, explaining what would happen took my mind off being late. I ended very simply with, "It's just like having a baby, they'll tell you what to do when you get there..." not the best analogy, but anyway.

Dress was put on, pictures were taken, directions were given and it was nearly time to start the wedding. As soon as Jimmi proposed, we decided that Nora would be my maid-of-honor and that Atti would be his best man and the boys would be groomsmen. Ultimately, we wanted to keep it about family as our lives were coming together. I would throw out notions in the weeks there after to the Talls about who of them would walk me down the aisle, thinking if it were their idea it would be better than making demands. In a last minute decision, Oscar said he would walk me down the aisle. I will never forget the feeling that gave me nor was I prepared for how slightly overcome with emotion I was, holding onto his arm walking me down the aisle. I thought about how proud I was of him, how handsome he looked and how grateful I was to be his mom...and it took my breath away.

As the ceremony started, I tried not to look out into the audience for fear I would miss something in front of me. I looked at Jimmi in his tuxedo, knowing that it would take my breath away, and indeed it did. I saw Atti holding his hand, which wasn't practiced but it made my heart smile. There on the other side of me was the afore mentioned friend, the one who told me to get out of my own way and let life and experiences happen. As she was marrying us, I tried to not get emotional. I tried to not forget how monumental the moment was. I tried to look at his face and make a mental imprint, all the while reminding myself how grateful I was...for him, my kids, the bumps life has given me and the adventures that await. The rest of the night? A fun and frenzied mix of friends, family, dancing and celebrating. We would be mingling on opposite sides of the room with our guests, a song that we liked would come on and we'd immediately find each other on the dance floor. It was an unbelievable night, which I wish we could do once a month because it was so freaking fun.

The reception food leftovers are gone, the last of the wedding cake devoured by the kids last night and a few brownies that I've hidden for the hard times remain. The thank you notes have been sent and life is returning to normal. I am reminded of where I was a year ago, never anticipating how life would be for me today...all thanks to getting out of my own way and remembering, life is not about the amount of breaths you take, it's about the moments that take your breath away. Thank you Jimmi for giving me these moments daily.