Selfie the kids and I took yesterday.
So, a few thoughts on mothering this last year -
My kids are finally starting to show peeks of independence. They can play by themselves, solve problems by themselves, get themselves snacks and drinks and all that cool stuff. Jack is becoming ever more challenging with each passing day. I've still spent way more than my share of time rocking and reading and getting up all night long and tying shoes and putting on pants and all that little kid stuff too, but in many ways they are getting easier and the load is lightening. They are funny and amazing and definitely individuals now. I have become WAY WAY more laid back about this mothering gig. If we are all alive it's all good. No really. I mean, sure, we have moments (like this morning when I was folding a sheet and went to put it away and Grant ran out into the middle of an intersection thinking he was playing with Jack and I rounded the corner to hear Jack yelling and see Grant running like a damn fool and I had to chase him like a chicken all over the neighborhood, zoinks), but my forks are all over the back yard digging holes and the kids wear whatever clothes they please and yes, we have crayon marks on the walls. But I have totally come to see the beauty in choosing my battles wisely. Flooding the house? Totally not cool. But using the whole bottle of hand soap while playing in the sink for thirty minutes? Eh, we can buy more.
I am turning 40 this week. It's all about perspective at this point I guess.
Anyway. That was mother's day over here. I will be back because I have TWO finished quilts. And that pesky birthday to celebrate.