This stage is just magic.

Sure, I adjust eventually — but then it’s already time to worry about back-to-school.

My kids will never wear those donut pajamas again, and I am filled with sadness.

The age gap allows for the perfect mix of responsibility, love, and friendship.

I’ve seen friendships sour over disagreement between the kids, and I don’t want that to happen.

Am I really OK with all this?

I spend too much time trapped in thought patterns about what other people think of me.

I never saw this one coming.

I don’t need a crew or a squad, and I’m A-OK with that.

I see that you are exhaustedly giving your entire self to our family too.

I want to keep my people under my wing, free from outside noise or influence.

With each photo, I experience a physical reaction.

Everything we do is loud and messy and I’m tired.

Four is not the same as three.

I use to coach myself through big and small life events with this simple phrase.

She is there through all the big life-altering events with understanding.

Reality check: the point is for the kids to have fun.

I am constantly worried that I am forgetting something, and compelled to check task-boxes off my list to give me a sense of control.

There is something about growing up and learning together that creates a bond like no other.

I mean it as no offense to her — it’s me. It’s just not my jam.