It’s the age of the beginning of true boyhood. When the chubbiness that still clung to toddlerhood, preschool, and kindergarten is finally shed. Six is long, lean, and sturdy-limbed. It is tall, gap-toothed, and and ever-hungry. It is inquisitive, creative, imaginative, and risk-taking.
It seems just yesterday my boys were born, thrusting me into motherhood. I didn’t know how I’d take care of two babies. I was still in denial that we were even having one baby when we got the news we were having two. Shocked. You know, it’s interesting that I have no memory of sharing the news with friends and family we were expecting a baby. I only remember sharing that we were expecting twins.
I was slow to embrace motherhood. My early days of non-stop nursing were plagued with sleep-deprived daydreams of my life before they came. Of when I used to have an hour to read on the bus, sit and work quietly at the computer while drinking coffee and listening to Pandora. I wasn’t really into sitting on the couch, staring at a blank wall while two babies fed. It seemed to never end.
But it did. Far too fast.
Because now they are six.
Mother’s Day, 2013