Sometimes there are those moms who just put you under the pile. You know the kind. My best friend is one of those. She had 3 kids in 39 months and you'd never know it. She could raise 3 kids with her hands tied behind her back and blind folded. She's just one of those super moms. It wasn't until she had babies #4 and #5 (twins!!!) that she started to act like the rest of the maternal people I know. She's just that good. Maybe God gave her the twins so she could finally struggle like the rest of us.
I think I've commented here before about the twinge of bitterness (um strong word...read slight envy) when I see a mom with one baby in hand. I never had that since I had twins first. I have no idea what it's like to coddle and love one child...to be able to meet their every need. To feed them when they're hungry and change them when they're wet. I remember pumping on one side, feeding a baby on the other and rocking the other twin with my foot in a bouncy seat on the floor, never being able to give to each as they needed. (read tons of maternal guilt here).
In honor of Mother's Day, there are posts galore on Facebook thanking mom or thanking God for the mom they have become. One mom wrote this: