On this eve of toddlerdom I miss my babies. My boy/girl twins are creepers. They bobble around holding onto chairs and tables and me and daddy etc.
They are great fun, stamping their fat legs. But I know. I know these days are soon over. The fat legs that I kiss and nibble every night after their bath will soon be skinny. Those little bhudda bellies will be flat. They will say the inevitable words “I can do it myself”
We tried so hard to have a family. Years of tears, is how my husband fondly remembers it. I am too old and we are too poor to have any more kids. Would I? If we won the lottery and I could reverse time and be 30 years old … without a doubt.
I am really scared of the toddler years. Not because of the tantrums. I work in corperate New York – I see tantrums every day! I am scared of not being able to protect them all the time. They are two and I am one. Already, when they scoot in opposite directions I have a momentary panic – who first? What happens when they are hurling themselves at speed away from the protective adult.
I watch in awe other multiple mums handling the moments of terror with grace. “no” is generally the first real world that twins understand. Drink, is the most often thought of twin mums!
So, mums of toddlers – hear my cry. What words of wisdom can impart?