Me?
Travel?
With twins?…
I gave birth to twins on August 2, 2015. My life hasn’t been the same since. My life; if I can even call it that. I certainly don’t feel like it belongs to me anymore. It belongs to Lila and Nina, at least for now. Maybe after they figure out more about how the world works and how to function in it they won’t need me so much. For now I’ve become content with living under (what I like to call) twin newborn arrest. It’s a lot like house arrest except it’s way cuter, and there’s no ankle bracelet. The breast feeding pillow is, in a sense, my ankle bracelet.
My mother in law is in town currently. Without her help, and that of my mother, and sister, and husband I would have gone insane weeks ago.
My husband and his mom took the girls out shopping with them Saturday afternoon. During that time I went on a mini vacation…in my mind.
I layed on a lounge chair, in my backyard, in the El Paso sun for an hour. With my eyes closed and a slight breeze on my face, I traveled to the most perfect beach in the world. With the sound of an air conditioning unit playing the part of the rolling ocean waves and the hammering of the roofers as my exotic bird calls, I was in heaven.
Whether you are a mom of twins, triplets, one baby…or no babies, you deserve a trip to this place too.
I’m not a supermom. I never thought I’d be. I’m actually starting to doubt that anyone could be. I have, however, developed impenetrable patience and a milk supply to rival even the largest dairy farm. So I’m not producing the tangibles that I used to. And that has taken some getting used to. But I know I’m doing a lot of work on the inside. And the evidence is no longer reflected on me, but on my children. It’s a new sense of accomplishment and feel like I’ve earned my vacation in the sun…if only for an hour.
I now, more than ever, understand the importance of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and Grandparents day and Surrogate parents day…etc. I salute all the parents I have known. You all have made it look so easy. And I’m delighted to join your ranks, imaginary vacations in my backyard and all.
I looked at a picture of my twins from a month ago. It is unbelievable how much they have grown and changed. Sometimes the minutes feel slow, but time is moving quicker than ever and I’m sure when they’re older I’ll be glad that my mini vacations from them were as brief as one hour on a Saturday afternoon.
Then there are times that we vacation together. In the mornings, when one baby is asleep, the other baby and I will sneak away for a fifteen minute trip. We go on the back porch and rock and sip coffee. Phil bought us the best coffee machine known to man. Jura. It’s Swiss made. It produces 8 ounces of Europe in seconds. With the rich, frothy delicious coffee and soft light creeping over the Franklin mountains of El Paso, my baby and I are easily transported to a tranquil Alpine morning. I imagine we will put on our hiking boots, pack a snack, and go wandering through the lush countryside.
My mother in law is in town currently. Without her help, and that of my mother, and sister, and husband I would have gone insane weeks ago.
My husband and his mom took the girls out shopping with them Saturday afternoon. During that time I went on a mini vacation…in my mind.
I layed on a lounge chair, in my backyard, in the El Paso sun for an hour. With my eyes closed and a slight breeze on my face, I traveled to the most perfect beach in the world. With the sound of an air conditioning unit playing the part of the rolling ocean waves and the hammering of the roofers as my exotic bird calls, I was in heaven.
Whether you are a mom of twins, triplets, one baby…or no babies, you deserve a trip to this place too.
I’m not a supermom. I never thought I’d be. I’m actually starting to doubt that anyone could be. I have, however, developed impenetrable patience and a milk supply to rival even the largest dairy farm. So I’m not producing the tangibles that I used to. And that has taken some getting used to. But I know I’m doing a lot of work on the inside. And the evidence is no longer reflected on me, but on my children. It’s a new sense of accomplishment and feel like I’ve earned my vacation in the sun…if only for an hour.
I now, more than ever, understand the importance of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day and Grandparents day and Surrogate parents day…etc. I salute all the parents I have known. You all have made it look so easy. And I’m delighted to join your ranks, imaginary vacations in my backyard and all.
I looked at a picture of my twins from a month ago. It is unbelievable how much they have grown and changed. Sometimes the minutes feel slow, but time is moving quicker than ever and I’m sure when they’re older I’ll be glad that my mini vacations from them were as brief as one hour on a Saturday afternoon.
Then there are times that we vacation together. In the mornings, when one baby is asleep, the other baby and I will sneak away for a fifteen minute trip. We go on the back porch and rock and sip coffee. Phil bought us the best coffee machine known to man. Jura. It’s Swiss made. It produces 8 ounces of Europe in seconds. With the rich, frothy delicious coffee and soft light creeping over the Franklin mountains of El Paso, my baby and I are easily transported to a tranquil Alpine morning. I imagine we will put on our hiking boots, pack a snack, and go wandering through the lush countryside.
