Being a mother of twins means you get twice of some memories, and none of others. It is a balance of extremes. I get twice the giggles when I splash with them in the bath tub, but don't ever get to climb in the tub with them. I get stopped twice as often by people asking if they are twins, but I don't ever get to just carry my baby around the mall on my hip. I get to kiss two sweet heads at nap time, but don't ever get to feel my baby fall asleep in my arms for the afternoon.Lately some of that has been changing. Josh has taken one boy or the other a few times on errands, leaving me with some one-on-one time at home. And today we spent the day at Josh's parents house and we decided we wouldn't worry about nap time, so I didn't bring the pack'n'play. Jack began getting sleepy, and with so many willing hands to pitch in taking care of Logan, I sat on the couch, rocking my sweet eleven month old baby boy to sleep. And then I sat there, just watching in complete awe of my youngest child. His beautiful eyelashes resting quietly upon his rosy pink cheeks. His breath was steady & his warmth against me was better than any hug. And so we sat for an hour as he slept peacefully.
It was the best mother's day gift I could ask for.
1 comment:
Wow, this post just made me tear up. I know exactly what you mean. While I'd never trade my situation, sometimes the things we miss out on with multiples is exactly the stuff that makes motherr's willing to die for their babies. I'm so glad you got some special one-on-one time. There's just nothing like it. I remember one of my last nursing sessions with Gabriel when he was almost a year old. Everything about it was absolutely perfect--I wanted the moment to last forever. I hope you carry this memory with you for years to come.
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