Their cots have been taken down, this time for good.
The twins moved into their big beds last week and although we put up their cots in the spare room “just in case”, the two love their beds and are doing just fine. The cots move on to their new homes shortly. All of this is not being handled so well by me.
I love who the twins are. You can have conversations, you can joke, you can spend hours with them singing their favorite nursery rhymes. They’re fabulous and funny and I love them to pieces. I guess sometimes I am just aware more than usual that they are the only two I will ever be a mum to. I wouldn’t trade a thing. I guess sometimes I just miss the days when they’re both small enough to fit within my arm span, when they doze sweetly on my shoulder while walking, and when tiny fingers reach up to pull at tiny invisible toys.
They’re brilliant kids.
And in my heart, they’ll always be babies.
Sometimes the physical reminders that they’re not just hurt a little bit.
-S.
My cousin has a 5 week old daughter, who very much resembles Veronica when she was a baby.
I’m not ashamed to admit I went home and poured over the kids’ baby pics. And then had a good cry.
Its tough out there for a mother.
and that feeling never goes away :-(
btw Love, love, love the colour the wall behind the collapsed cots is painted – you have great taste!
I love that Nora’s hanging on for dear life in that caboose. (And also, her pigtails.)
Awww. So sweet. Phases and stages. You will always have the lovely memories.
At almost 17 Alex is still my baby boy. Especially since his sister who is just a couple months younger then your two acts like she is two going on 20. ;) They will still be your babies when they are 40, just ask my mom.
The transition to the big girl bed was so nice for all of us. I was so tired of trying to fit between the bed and the crib to put her down and get her up. Yes, we have a small house and way too much furniture. Bad habit of mine but it worked out for us this time. ;)
I have a lump in my throat. Poignancy.
*sniffle*
Don’t worry. You can do all this again when they have kids and by then you’ll be retired and can do whatever you want with them. And it is oh so very much better, all of the pleasure, none of the pain. They are your reward for surviving your kids teens!
They are getting so big, another milestone reached, hooray! I have enjoyed your blog for years (and am guilty of being a sporadic commenter, at best). I’m even more thankful for your blog after finding out that I am expecting twins of my own. It’s great to delve into your archives and pick up some nuggets of wisdom!
I know the feeling, my youngest starts kindergarten this year. A month before school starts and I’m already having moments of sadness. My 16 yr old wants to drive and it’s just another reminder of how fast this time goes.
My grandson (the one we have guardianship of) turns one in two weeks. While I’m missing out on too much of his babyhood, being employed in another state and all that, I do look forward to when he gets a little older and I am able to relate and communicate with him more.
My oldest is 16. I always said, each age was my favorite. WIth Chloe, I haven’t had that same reaction of “Oh, THIS is my favorite age so far”, because like you said, being aware she is my “last baby”, I am treasuring every moment of her babyhood. I love every new thing she can do, but I miss each phase we’ve passed out of, because it will never be again. I try to find solace in the fact that in 10 years or so, I’ll have grandchildren I can treasure, but really – it’ll never be quite the same.
Wow! They’re kids. I’ve followed along with you since they were born – how amazing to see them now. I’m a grandmother – which I have loved even more than I loved being a mom. I wish you the same happiness!
I apologize for not posting recently to tell you how happy I am for all the amazing, deserved awesomeness you and yours have in your lives right now. I’m jealous in a good way…and you are remarkable!
I got “fixed” the day after my youngest was born. Being a stepmom of an 8-year old, a mom to an almost 4-year old, and having a new baby seemed more than enough. But as my “baby” grew, I was hit with the same sort of poignant thoughts about how he’d be my very last and I was a bit sad. Although… he was the sort of child who was born not thinking he needed parents, or anyone for that matter. He’s a loving child, but his love has a certain distance to it. He was immediately the “just set me down and walk away and I’ll quit crying and fall asleep”, grew into the “I DO IT!”, and eventually became the “I don’t need training wheels mom, I’m FINE.” child. The one who’s currently taking apart my picnic table to build his first attempt at a TARDIS. (proud moment) He’s the one who tells me the accepted way isn’t the only way and proceeds to find new and innovative ways to do things. He has taught me a new way of looking at parenting, in fact at life itself.
I’m babbling. See… I still have those thoughts about him being my last, but he makes it all ok. If I had any children younger then he is I would find myself distracted from who he is growing up to be.
PS: don’t get me wrong – my older children are also a fascination to watch grow and evolve and I could talk about them for days too. But the subject of this post is the poignancy of knowing the feeling of “the last” so they’re a story for another day. ;)
That said, I am loving every single moment you share of your children and their growth. Thank you.
I really should take my twin’s cots and make them vamoosh into beds, but I shall be cheap and merely remove one side.
The weather up De-nial is nice this time of year :)
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