After three daughters, it was only natural that our youngest son should have four mothers. I just wasn’t expecting how tight those sibling-mommy bonds could be.
When one of them forgot to shut the stair gate, I heard the thud of him hitting each step like it was my own body falling. I was the fourth mommy at the scene, running up from the bottom while the other three ran down from the top. I had to fight my way through the crowd to pull his screaming warmth into my jealous arms.
After three daughters, it was only natural that our youngest son should have four mothers
“I’m the mommy,” I foolishly reminded my tear faced daughters….