This Is MY Life. Only It's Not In MY Hands.

Y'all.

I feel like I can fly. I seriously feel like I can fly. Everyone that has phone contact with me, please put down your phones. I am not going to attempt to fly in the general use of the term. But I am soaring. My mood is soaring. My LIFE is soaring. There could not be any more things pointing me in the direction that I should be going lest God himself decided to drop down neon signs saying, "Walk this way, Becky" . And I'm not even kidding.

I wish I could ooh, and ahh, and dazzle everyone of the pressed down, shaken together, running over, not even room to fill, blessings that I have been given in the past 2 months, but I'll spare you all.

I'll spare you because it wasn't the past 2 months. It was a life in the making. Thank you, Lord. I humbly accept your blessings.

And on to the family and such....

Oh my WORD! The boys are growing way too fast for me. The Instructional Child Care that I have them enrolled in begins on the 18th and it has a convenient web page to access the child's teacher, class assignments for the week, progress reports, and all sorts of stuff I didn't see. I didn't see all the other sorts of stuff because I noticed that my three boys had three DIFFERENT teachers.

please allow me to get past the lump in my throat.......

When I was pregnant with Homer & Gabriel and joined the Moms of Multiples group, I heard much talk of how the schools were very adamant on separating multiples.

I did not know that I was going to come across it..... NOW. I looked at my computer screen, got up, grabbed my keys, and told Sebastian that I had to go to the school.

"They are trying to split up my babies!"

I believe I said that as I sprinted out the door. I'm sure he thought it was "my time" of the month.

I don't drive fast. In fact, I drive very cautiously. I am all about the 10 and 2 position on the wheel, and I don't get road rage. I don't care if you are tailing me and giving me the finger or what not. It really doesn't bothe me, because I'm safe. I have three kids to come home to. I will be the other driver that isn't just responsible for myself, but takes notice of everyone else on the road.

And I'll have a class on underwater basket weaving next week and we'll review our knitting project next....

Anyhoo. I sped there. I believe the speed limit was 45 and I went 52.

Yes. I. did.

And then I got there and had no idea what to say.

Lady at front desk is on the phone and I'm trying to look all sorts of nonchalant as my heart is racing.

Lady is off the phone now.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes. You could tell me why in the heck YOU have decided that my boys should not be in the same classroom together. And while YOU are at it, you could kindly relay to ME why I wasn't informed that YOU would tear my family apart!"

that's just the scenario that went through my mind before either one of us spoke. Bless her uniformed heart.

I won't walk you through the actual conversation, because I pretty much left with my tail between my legs.

I was nice y'all, don't worry. I was concerned, but nice.

But if my instincts are to allow me to reason in the best way that I know of, I should listen to the advice of those that are more experienced. It is common practice to separate multiples. There is evidence that they can develop more independently, and I've always been all about that. And so, I think that my Homer and my Gabriel will be what I always wished for them to be. Separate. Individuals. They will always have a connection that I can neither strengthen nor weaken. It is my responsibility, however, to encourage that they be who they were created to be.

And it reminded me of when I was young. My sister and I are 15 months apart. I excelled in school from an early start, and they wanted to push me forward a grade. My mother said no because she did not want there to be competition between the two of us. I get that now. I called my mom from the parking lot after talking to the school with tears in my eyes. She lovingly told me that they would be o.k. And I needed to hear that. They would be o.k. They will be o.k.

Now me, I'm gonna take some working on...