This summer, Jon, Danl and I were gifted the unique opportunity to grow our little family of three.
I am consciously being vague with the details in an attempt to protect the first chapters of our love story.
I'll be honest, when I was first approached with "I don't need a friend. I don't need a sister. I need a mother." I wasn't sure if the room was spinning, or if I was.
Turns out that it was me, and I had to sit down, and ... stay down.
What do I know about mothering? Nothing, especially when I consider what it truly means to unconditionally love four more people, like I do my own people.
I wasn't and am not a perfect mother.
Because I hate the mess and smell of Play-Doh, (cue my gag reflex!) I only let Danl play with it in the tub, so that I could rinse the mess away when he was done.
The bath tub is also where he ate the Fun Dip that often made its way into his hands thanks to my "generous" sister, Laurel.
My boy never met an animal he didn't love, and yet I never took him to @thefriendlyfarm myself.
I visited this wonderful, local, attraction every Wednesday of every week, of every summer for all of my childhood, as a day camper @monadnockministries, but after a "traumatizing" encounter with a very friendly goat, I vowed I'd never go back, and I haven't.
My sisters took him. His sitter took him. His pre-school teacher took him, but I never did.
A good mother would have... I'm sure of it.
I once served Danl an apple so brown, due to my lack of attention and focus, that he responded by saying, "Thanks for da peach, Mum." Uh-huh.
I got read by a two year old on that day, and many others since.
I share this not to bring attention to myself, but to encourage you if you are questioning whether or not you are capable of being stretched and living and loving better, and more.
We are called simply to do, be and give our best, and despite the fact that I am hideously flawed and bound to disappoint, here I am; me, someone's first choice to love them and the little family they love as much as I do mine.
I am humbled.
I am committed to making up for lost time.
I am putting new names on Christmas gift tags this year.
Most of all, I am happy.