Way to go...keep wishing.

  Way to go Jen…right?  I wish I could say so.  If this is the start of race week, it can only get better. As I navigate the job description of program director, there are many road-bumps.  The list of issues that come up range from the mundane to the inane.  Just yesterday, I built 84 Lego trophies.  After proudly setting them up in perfect rows, Peter walks in and ask why the girl mini-figures had hair and the boys didn’t?  He says, ”Mom, how many bald 10 year old boys do you know?” As I tell him to pretend they’re in the army, I get a phone call from a parent clearly not happy with me.  I was very relieved that my New York, Italian Irish was held back by the fact that my children were in the room.  This all came right after the last Go Far award assembly, where I broke down in tears at the thought of leaving these kids and a school like no other. I couldn’t even read a letter I had written to the kids because of the fact that I ‘m a big mush-head.  If yesterday unfolded this way, I may be in a strait jacket by weeks end.  Despite yesterday road-bumps I believe that due to some really amazing people with really big hearts, we'll pull off our little race that could. Seven days from now, medals will be awarded (if they come in), and by now, I will have scrubbed down the last bathroom stall at the fairgrounds.  We will have seen the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat; even if the competitors are only running for a trophy made from Legos. For many, this trophy will be on par with Olympic gold.  This day will represent more than a year of goal-setting for these little feet.  All year long they “Go Far”, and on this day, they’ll get to “Go Fast”.  If I get to race day in one piece it will be a small miracle and if you see me with a scrub brush in hand on Saturday afternoon, you’ll know we pulled off an even greater one.  And then maybe in the back of my mind I’ll think to myself, “way to go”.