Extra “mom grace” required

As I look back at pictures of the boys and me when we were ALL younger, I realize even more, what a wild journey this role of motherhood is. Those sweet chubby cheeks and baby kisses feel like an eternity ago. It would be easy to gloss over it all with a Hallmark card this weekend, saying that I’m the best mom ever. And maybe they will. But I know better. So much has happened and changed since they were itty bitties. The only things that are constant in the journey of motherhood are the invitation to grow and learn, and the deep strand of love that cannot be broken, no matter what.
At almost every stage, I’ve felt a new level of incompetence.
As soon as I feel like I’m getting this thing down, one of the boys enters a new phase of life that requires a new parenting skill …