Today was the typical day. Wake up early, feed them, play with them, put them down for a nap and repeat. Doing the same thing day after day can be pretty mundane after awhile. Because my husband and I share cars, and he takes it most days to go to work, I am usually stuck home all day. Today while the boys were napping I was pretty bored. I was googling library times so that I could go on an adventure to the library after my husband came home. That all changed when I received a magical phone call from my darling mother offering to pick me and the boys up and “go somewhere.” Um, HECK YEAH!!!
I already knew what our destination would be: Target. Duh, is that even a question? We got everything ready, loaded all of the baby gear into her car and were happily on our way. Our time at Target was relaxing, as all of my Target vacations are. The boys slept most of the time, I was able to get a Caramel Flan Latte (thank you Starbucks) and pick up a pair of these lovely boots, which I already have in brown (but black matches with EVERYTHING, I justified to myself mentally). I was pleased that the store was pretty dead and people didn’t bother us. I know that seems rude, but sometimes I just want to be out and about and not talk to random strangers because I have twins. Especially if I am on a time limit. People will walk up and say things like:
- Are they twins?
- Can I see them?
- How old are they?
- Are they identical?
- We have twins in our family… (and proceeds to go into detail about the detailing of their family tree…)
- How old are you? You look SO young!
The last one drives me a little nuts. I want to say, “I know I look like I’m 12, but I’m actually 26 and have been married for four years going on five.” Instead, I smile briefly and say, “Well, we are in a rush so…” and hope that they take the hint. It’s not that I want to be rude, it’s not that I’m not grateful for the boys, yes – it’s nice that people care…but keeping it real, sometimes I just don’t want to talk. I just want to enjoy the glorious silence. The lack of crying that is going on. Peace and quiet. Or enjoy a conversation with the person I came with, who I actually know.
But I digress. I’m not writing to complain about how weird people can be. I’m writing because I am THANKFUL that my sweet Momma Bear rescued me from the same routine. As much as I’ve enjoyed this lovely six month maternity leave, I am going a bit stir crazy in my house. Especially with the insane weather that’s been so cold that I haven’t even wanted to take the boys out! Doing the same thing day in and day out can leave one feeling slightly crazy. I was happy for the “adventure” and for having someone in my life that recognized that I needed to get out of the house. Heck, WE needed to get out of the house…the babies were thrilled to see something other than our house! They smiled constantly!! Which made me smile constantly!
It was a joyous occasion. We did, however, have a stranger come up to my mom while she was holding one of the boys and touch him while saying, “It’s ok, I washed my hands. I have a newborn to so I know how important it is.” Which made me think to myself, “Ok, if you have a newborn, than you should understand why it’s not okay to touch someone else’s baby without their permission.” However, talking to this woman I was able to find out that she was a foster mom who had recently taken in a newborn baby from a mother who was a heroin addict. Her plan was to eventually adopt this baby, and we talked about sleep deprivation and she showed us pictures. In the end, I was grateful for the interaction we had with this woman. She won me over when I started to learn about her and the fact that she was a foster parent to a premature baby who was born addicted to drugs. That CANNOT be easy. It’s quite admirable and amazing. I told my mom as we were walking to the car, “Maybe I should try to make the most of each opportunity, when people try to talk to us about the boys, instead of feeling annoyed..” I think I would be more open to it under two conditions:
- Please do not touch my baby if I don’t know you.
- If you’re sick, stay away.
If people can respect those two things, than it will make interactions much better. In the end, it was a good day. I’m blessed.