Humbled. Again. Just when I think I'm doing a great job being a mom to these precious boys, my brokenness grabs a hold of me and swings me around. Jon is out of town for the next couple of days and I was really looking forward to a special time with the boys. We had a great morning and after nap time seemed promising. Will started spiraling toward crying every few minutes, Gabe took advantage with a few pushes and shoves and taking toys away. It angers me to see Will hurt by Gabe and vice versa. Emotions were running high and instead of pausing and remembering that I can tap into asking God for some help and reconsidering my perspective and engagement with the boys in the middle of cooking bacon that took an hour – instead of the projected 12 minutes on the package – I ended up throwing my own temper tantrum. After some talks and apologies, it seemed that we had all emptied ourselves of the needed emotional release. And now, determined yet again to love these boys well, the forecast is looking good for sunny skies ahead.