When I poured myself a cup of water from the office water cooler yesterday, I noticed that I’d just emptied the 5-gallon bottle. I jiggled the bottle around to shake out the last of the water, pulled out the empty bottle, and grabbed a new one. I peeled off the sticker sealing its opening and wiped down the lid before hoisting the bottle up and over and into place. I’m short. The water cooler isn’t. I have to lift the water jug well above my waist to get it into place.
As I was hoisting, the glass door in the glass wall banged open.
A man I hadn’t yet met looked concerned. “Do you need help with that?”
“No thanks,” I threw over my shoulder with a smile. “I’m a mom of twins.”
I didn’t even think before I said that, but it’s true. Being a mom of twins has made me strong, physically, mentally and emotionally. I even managed to unload the girls’ Christmas trampoline from the car yesterday on Santa’s behalf. That sturdy box was so heavy that the corner tore off from my tugging, but I still got it hidden before the girls saw.
I’m a mom of twins. There’s nothing I can’t do.
Sadia (rhymes with Nadia) has been coordinating How Do You Do It? since late 2012. She is the divorced mother of 7-year-old monozygotic twins, M and J. She lives with them and their 3 cats in the Austin, TX suburbs and works full time as a business analyst. She retired her personal blog, Double the Fun, when the girls entered elementary school and also blogs at Adoption.com and Multicultural Mothering.