Packing Up- I Am Woman Hear Me Roar, #252

When I have to do something hard, I pull up my sleeves, dig in, and remind myself "I am Woman."  I can do this.  Roar.

This has happened 251 other times.

Opening the baggage carrier we bought for the back of the car and finding that the entire thing needed to be assembled without my husband around was the 252nd time I needed to be Woman.  And roar.

I haven't really counted, but it is probably that many times.  

I don't like nuts and bolts.  Or instructions.  I wanted to run far away into the corner when I saw all the little pieces.

So, I dug deep, and said "I can do this.  I've got this."

And guess what.... I done-did-it.  ROAR!!!!!!!!

And then I drove myself to the hardware store to make sure I did it right and got some extra heavy- duty locks and such for the connection of the carrier and the car.  

And Oh, Yea---- I did it.  It was secure.

And then we loaded it up, pulled out the tarp and the bungie chords and got it all secure again.

And then, behold..... just to make sure again it was the most secure as possible I pulled out the DUCT TAPE.  I love that stuff.  I went tape crazy.

Then we girls dug deep again to find the innermost mathematical and engineering parts of our minds and we got everything to fit in just perfect.  Quite a masterpiece, right?

And then we drove.  And drove.  And drove.  Maybe 1000 miles or so.  And it all held up.  And so did I, which was the greatest miracle of all, which you would only understand if you've ever taken a child to college.  But like I said-- I.  Am.  Woman.  That means I can do hard things!

If I wrote a book it would be called, From Labor and Delivery to Laboring Over the Delivery to the Dorm: Finding Strength in the Hard Things Women Do.

And that is how you pack up to take a child to college- you dig deep and roar.