The Longest shortest year of my life
This time last year, I was ready. I was huge. I was twisted in knots of nerves. In 26 hours I would meet the two most important people in my life, and my life would be changed forever. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, crocus' were bursting through the soil, and I had already gently encouraged the girls to arrive any time with an eviction notice.
I can't believe it's been a year! My girls are walking, forming beautiful consonants and vowels, and are just overall awesome! We threw them a party yesterday with friends and family, celebrating with our Village the great milestone of surviving our first year with twins. It was the hardest thing I ever did, and now when people say "I don't know how you do it with two", I feel a strong sense if accomplishment knowing that I made it. The tides still creep up in me from time to time, but I finally feel like I can breath.
I recall hearing from so many moms of twins, throughout my pregnancy and that first year, about when things will "get easier". Four months came and went...6 months, 8 months....it was still a daily challenge. The payouts grew in frequency and magnitude, and I think that's what made things "easier". If you're a new momma, with a little one under a year, it is so so worth the struggle. It gets so much better, so much more fun. I just feel full with pride! Ed and I shared a congratulatory High-Five last night after they went to bed, acknowledging that all our hard work paid off. We have awesome kids, they're already brilliant and funny. I may be biased, but damn I made some quality human beings!
I'll stop bragging now, but I feel like I earned some bragging rights. I feel like more of a woman having had my girls. Not in a reproductive sense, but they've made me more empathetic, feeling and compassionate, and it makes me feel so much more complete. I love them :-) ok, I'm done!
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