While It Lasts

I often wondered what folks did with just one baby. Did their arms feel empty? What did they do with their other hand? Such a funny thing to think of, but I got so used to holding two babies at a time that I couldn’t picture it any other way. It was a weird circus act that I mastered.

Today, my twins are seven-years-old, and it’s no longer so easy to hold both of them in my arms at once. This morning, as I was jetting out the door for a trip to Chicago on “Official Twin Business” (yes, I really do go on official twin business), I was pounced upon so roughly by them that I actually got the wind knocked out of me. I wondered if it might be time to start holding them one at a time?

But then I thought…nahhhh I’d rather be attacked by my twins and lose my breath. Soon enough they won’t want to be held or snuggled at all, much less at the same time. I’ll be left with memories of their sweet scent (especially in summer when they smell of sunscreen and chlorine) long after the time they grow out of snuggling with me.