Mothering the boys is the most volatile thing I've ever experienced.
I long for intentional days spent together learning, laughing, eating, and resting well. This is what I mean by striving for motherhood as a creative act. But, if I'm honest, the actuality of what this looks like for children ages 1 and 3 is much too messy for me. Way too organic and adventuresome for comfort. I'm the learner in this relationship, for sure.
I have further thoughts but I've got one with snot running down his face and another diving into the fireplace so I've got to go. This is what I mean.