Friends of ours are new parents ““ to identical twin boys who were born two months early.
I know all parents make changes and sacrifices. Big ones, like never again being able to sleep in (this scares me!) And small ones, like losing the luxury of eating a meal while it’s still hot. (I think I’m OK with that one.)
But I’ll admit that the total magnitude of parenthood was lost on me until I saw these two in action.
It doesn’t seem like that long ago that the four of us were enjoying the summer breeze on their outdoor patio while indulging in a delicious home-cooked dinner and several bottles of red wine.
“Dinner” isn’t even in their vocabulary now, nor is the concept of time. (That’s what happens when you’re awake 22 hours a day.) Their chicly decorated bungalow is now home to an unfathomable amount of tiny furniture ““ with two of almost everything, of course.
But amongst the insanity, there is hope for me ““ and terrified non-parents everywhere. Oh yes! Because no matter how crazy it gets in that house, the two of them work like a well-oiled machine. He’s rocking, she’s feeding. He’s burping, she’s swaddling. There’s an unspoken rhythm to what they do, and it seems to keep things humming along perfectly.
And they’re happy ““ so unbelievably, incredibly happy. No hot meal has ever made me smile the way they smile.
It’s a good thing, too. Because twins run in my family.