Mothering never ends

I started my mothering adventure early in life. I was 16 when I found out I was going to be a mom and 17 when she was born. I would say I took to it instantly. Maybe it's because I had no other choice, I didn't have anyone to really help me. Or it could be something that dated back years before. My mom and I have a great relationship right now, but it wasn't always like that. For the first 23 years or so of my life my mom, for lack of a better word, sucked. She was self absorbed and spent most of my life self medicating and being a complete reck. I can remember being very young worrying about things I had no business even knowing about. To add to the chaos I had two little brothers. I didn't want the burden of stress and worry to fall on them so I took it all. Tucking my mom in after a night of drinking to waking up in the morning and packing lunches and making sure the boys got to school. That's when the mothering started. Some of my family will claim that it was always there with me, ever since I was born. No matter when it did start, I love it. Taking care of people is what makes me happy. I love every second of it.
But where does it end?! When can I learn to back off a little? Where is the line on who to mother? Sure, I mother my children, and I still try to mother my brothers and my own mother. But sometimes the mothering seeps out to close friends or not even as close friends.....  I can't stop! I just feel like I have to watch out for everyone. I am trying to back off a little in certain situations but sometimes to no avail. Luckily most of the people closest to me accept and mostly embrace this about me. I honestly have some of the best people in my life. Maybe one day I will relax a little, maybe I won't. Maybe the key is just to not focus on things I can't do anything about. I will try to just pour out my love to those who need and want it. I will try to not stress out about little things. I will try.