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.