Being a mother of twin babies is no easy task. People constantly stop me on the streets and comment about how difficult it must be to care for twins. Common remarks I hear are “double trouble” and “wow, it must be a lot of work.”
I often reply with a smile and brief comment such as “it’s a double blessing” or “it’s a lot of fun.”
Becoming a parent has been a rite of passage. Life is no longer just about David and me and what do we want to do for dinner or for fun. Suddenly, we’re grown ups.
We have real responsibilities; Katherine and Caroline are counting on us to be mature and make the right decisions. This is from the woman who still likes to eat cookies and ice cream as an entrée.
However, David and I aren’t just parents. We’re parents of twins. We have entered a special fraternity of parents of multiples. It’s a “by invitation only” fraternity.
Strangers will introduce themselves and tell us that they are twins also. Instantly, we find that these “strangers” are fellow fraternity members. We’ll see other parents of twins at the mall or supermarket and give each other a nod and a smile. How were we so lucky to be extended this invitation?
David and I recently went to a Halloween party for other parents of multiples. At these events, our Suburban of strollers (a double tandem Snap N Go) is no longer such an anomaly.
In fact, we saw a stroller for triplets. “Wow,” we said “three babies!” So you see, I feel extremely fortunate that David and I aren’t outnumbered. Compared to parents of triplets or quadruplets we’re actually in a good position.
Imagine if we had a toddler or other children in addition to our twins! Some days, I’m just exhausted caring for Katherine and Caroline. Last Wednesday was one of those days. I said to David “we just never get a break,” but then I think about single parents, parents whose spouses travel for work or are in the military overseas. These parents never get a break. At least we have family close by who help us.
So, yes, having twins is a lot of work but it’s all relative.