As I near closer to being a mother (which seems terrifying yet so exciting) I am realizing that it doesn't really look the same for everyone. Our first "mother" in the motherhood series, Natalie, may not consider herself to be a mother by definition, but she is one that I admire the most. One of my favorite weekends from this past year was spending time with her and these wonderful kiddos for her wedding. They are some of the cutest kiddos I have ever met and I loved seeing how my friend transitioned into becoming a caregiver of three. I greatly admire her flexibility and the amount of love and care she holds for each of these wonderful kids!
Walter will sometimes build legos or play games on this bay window. One of my favorite things about our house is this bay window. It’s great for plants, the animals love it, and it gives me a good view of the kids in the backyard. I love bay windows.
When Leah first asked me to write a post for her blog during her last month of pregnancy, I was so excited. I love to write and I love this blog! When she told me that she was asking a bunch of mothers to write about their experiences and wanted to include me, I was still super excited! But slowly my layers of excitement started flaking away, uncovering my layers of imposter syndrome and anxiety.
You see, I’m not a mother. I’ve never birthed a child. I don’t even call myself a parent. My husband and I certainly call what we do parenting, but to be honest, we’re still figuring out the appropriate lexicon. My husband and I are guardians of his three delightful, hilarious and intelligent half siblings. We are what the state of Texas and social services typically call kinship caregivers. It’s a confusing and nebulous space between adoption, parenting, guardianship and fostering. We often find it difficult to define and navigate.
Out of respect for this nebulous space and all those involved, I will leave this post without any cathartic and indulgent personal disclosures or wise maternal lessons learned. Rather, I will share a bit of my very blessed life in pictures. Which I’m actually pretty sure is a totally noble blogging intention. Right? wink emoticon
So here it is!
Here is Atha (11) and Genny (9) when they made me cupcakes for my 25th birthday. They are so sweet!
I love this picture! This is Atha and her BFF on top of this huge rock pile. We went to an art show of Atha’s (she’s an amazing artist, by the way) and we saw this huge rock pile blocking the sun. And I was like, I need to get some pictures. And the kids were like, I need to climb that.
Remember how I said Atha was an awesome artist. She drew this picture of the Belcher family from Bob’s Burgers in Anime style. We are obsessed with Bob’s Burgers. The Belcher family is my favorite TV family hands down! Though our second favorite family show is Fresh off the Boat. I highly recommend them both.
Here is our sweet Walter. He is five. He came to us when he was three, and, man, so much happens in between three and five! It’s hard to believe. We are so proud of him, and thankful for every second together.
Genny and Walt love to play outside. We got this little playscape as a hand-me-down and it’s a little young for the girls, but they have a great time on it anyway. Genny will get all the way on top of the whole structure, and she can even start to reach the trees that way. I love how they’re creative and just make it work!
Genny! Here she was in the middle of spelling out my brother’s (Clint) name with her arms. She wanted to send him a series of pictures spelling out his name. That endeavor was actually abandoned, I’m realizing now. Ha! We got distracted by the dog.
Our lovely hound Hank the Cowdog. We love him dearly!! I mean, how handsome is he?!