It’s mothers day in sweden!! :D Or rather, it was yesterday, it’s after midnight now. My mom got way too many flowers and a day of ordering me around her garden –I dug up so many dandelions I’m seeing yellow and I think I now have permanent dirt stuck under my fingernails haha
 
I have other stuff I really should be working on and comments to answer, but I really wanted to finish this in time. So I kinda put everything else on hold for just a little while –and then I didn’t finish in time anyway, as it’s now an hour into the next day as I write this =P
 

 
This time around, I decided to do a, I guess, companion thing? To my Cheers to all dads! I did last year :) Back then I chose to draw Capper and his kids as I hadn’t done much with them before, and he’s a single dad in my nextgen-verse which I wanted to acknowledge I guess? So this time I decided to give a bit of spotlight on one of the single moms in my nextgen verse; Spitfire, and her colorful triplets. I haven’t shown them much –really only their very brief introduction and a little comic about their origin. So here’s some more scenes in their and Spirfire’s life :) It’s… rough with three of them, but she tries her best and is suprisingly patient and calm; I say suprisingly, because you’d get whiplash watching her first interact with wonderbolt cadets and her kids. For one, she’s several orders of magnitudes quieter haha
 
Out of her kids, she’s probably closest with Iris, who shares her love for physical activity, even if the form is different. When Iris was little, they often went for gallops, and tried things like show jumping, hoofball, swimming, and other earth-bound sports together. Spitfire tried to spend equal time with her kids one-on-one, but she secretly enoyed her Iris-time the most.
 
Next is Skydancer (née Prism Raptor, pre-cutie mark). They’re a bit more difficult for her to relate to, as they are great at flying and could very well join the wonderbolts in the future if they just trained a bit with her. But… they don’t like it. So she hides her dissapointment and tries to bond with them over what they do like doing, but she’s always a bit afraid they can sense she’s not as enthusiastic as she was when they tried racing.
 
Neon… look, Spitfire tries. She really, really does. It’s just that Neon wishes she didn’t quite so much.
 
 

 
Also, just wanted to comment of the last image –i.e. the wonders of being a school bus. When your kids need to get to school in ten minutes, and one talks your ears off while resting their entire weight on your neck, one is sleeping and pulling your tail to use as a pillow, and one is refusing to go so you have to fly with your back legs tucked in to avoid kicking them as they drag behind you. Spitfire loves her kids, she really does, but in this one instance she’s happy to dump them on their teachers for a few hours =P