There is little documentation of actual mothering. I went searching, and (of course) there are many pictures of the boys, but few of me actually doing something. Because actual mothering takes place in the passing moments, often just myself and the boys. It's this dance between the boys, myself and God. So thankful for the Lord in this cord of three.
The mothering takes place in the middle of the night with soothing, feeding and changing. The mothering takes place is the busy of day with the playing, teaching, feeding, and cleaning. The hard parts come in the discipline and guidance. In the example setting and leading. In the letting go.
The mothering is a moving target and constantly changing. The needs, the demands, the goals it is this continuously growing thing, much like the boys themselves.
I'm so grateful to be chosen to be their mommy, in the successes and the failures. In the constant learning, both theirs and mine. In all that is to come.