My twin boys are 19 months and they are beautiful, talkative, silly and INTENSE little kids! Tantrums run daily, a meal for mommy before Noon is a miracle, grocery shopping is awesome, bath time is like sumo wrestling and night time wine is mandatory. There are days where I have no idea how I will survive. Recently I was at a 6 year old's Birthday party in a park. It was a beautiful day and my friend did a wonderful job making the Spider man Birthday party perfect. It's not easy chasing 2 little boys around a park. Even with help! Meltdowns began and I could feel the stares of the other mom's. "Keep it together" I kept telling myself. I gathered up our things and tried to sneak out early. My best friends mother quietly asked me as I was leaving if I was OK? "Yes," I said, as I tried not to cry.
We're constantly trying to keep ourselves together, take good care of our children, put healthy food on the table, keep our marriages strong and sometimes we just need a good cry in the bathroom! Or in my case, a best friend to bring you your favorite bottle of wine for no reason, an Aunt who offesr to come watch your kids while you run errands alone, a mother who brings you coffee on Friday mornings or a husband to take the kids for a walk before dinner so you can cook with out 4 legs hanging on you.
We flew to Lake Tahoe this past weekend to spend time with my In-laws. The flight there was awful. The 3 hour drive to the lake not so much better. On our way home, we were determined to go into the flight with a better game plan. As we boarded the plane, I looked back at my husband walking down the isle with one of the boys and there was poop running down his leg onto Nick's arm. OH. MY. GOOD. LORD. I immediately went into survival mode. I grabbed Jacob and went straight to the shoe box sized bathroom. The one without a changing table of course. Poop was everywhere. For those without kids, I will spare you the details. Let's just say that they held the doors open so they could get the diaper off the plane.
So many times we don't know how we will make it. We feel like we're hanging on by a thread. Some of us pray, some cry, some are simply brave enough to laugh it off. I do know one things for sure. I prayed for these boys before they were ever in my life. Then I was blessed with two. On the days where I don't know how I will survive, I remind myself that I was blessed with them for a reason. Someone knew I could handle it. Even when there's food all over the kitchen floor from yet another meal that they didn't eat, or 2 little boys with fevers, or a sick mommy plugging through the day, we are blessed to have our children in our lives. They are the best gifts I've ever been given.
