My twins are turning 40 today and
I can’t believe it!
It seemed just like
yesterday when I went to the OB and he sent me for a sonogram and saw two
babies. It took two weeks for the news to sink in and for me to mentally accept
it. I already had four other children, all under the age of 6.
Eventually I did accept
the fact that I was going to have twins and my body took on a life of its own.
I would end up like one of those whales that washed up on the Pacific beaches.
Despite the babies
being two-and-a-half weeks late, they were fine and together they weighed a
whopping, 17pounds! No wonder I felt and looked like a large Orca Mommy.
Brian and Michael kept
me hopping. They added chaos and bedlam to an already crazy and noisy household.
They had their own twin talk. They helped each other to climb on each other's
back and reach things that were taboo. And fecal smearing became their
preferred art form. But in all these 40
years, they brought me laughter and tears and filled my heart with chaos and
love.
Happy
Birthday, Brian and Michael! Thanks for the memories. Love, Mom
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