I often feel a burst of calm energy whenever things are suddenly hard. I don't know if it's the first born in me or something I've learned as I've grown. I like being the one who brings comfort, the one who maintains perspective.
So as the restless babies have grown needy and stopped sleeping I have become a deep well of mothering. I've wiped noses and kissed foreheads and rocked late into the night.
That's not to say I haven't complained, or wished at times for a personal assistant. But I feel my capacity expanding.
I'm am a mother of two and I'm not totally failing at it.