Sam and Elisabeth, who are totally content to live as brother and sister most weeks of the year, are into their Twinniness this week. The strange phenomenon of twinniness is a sight to behold.
Suddenly the two are one again. They share one chair at breakfast. They share one picture for coloring. They share one (please don’t judge) bath. Much to M’s chagrin, they share one high-pitched squealing voice. They share one cape as they run around the house, in complete oblivion of their brother and sister, as they play SuperHero Emergency!
With full-time school and diversified interests, these bouts of twinniness are becoming more and more rare. But this one has come at the exact right time. This week M got a call from the tenants in our old house. Surprise! They had newborn twins! A teeny-tiny baby girl and boy, sleeping and crying and breastfeeding in the little nursery that was once Sam and Elisabeth’s.
Emotion washed over me to imagine that exhausted mommy taking care of her four-pound babies in that room. Suddenly I could remember it all (actually very little of the actual events, but all of the emotions). Holding those two tiny babies, while they clawed at each other and snuggled together, and screamed in each of my ears. For one of the first times after having four kids in five years, I missed it.
And thank You, Lord, that Sam and Elisabeth chose this week to regress to being one again. To snuggling with each other, and giggling together, and being so content together.
Now if those twins’ parents would just call us to babysit….
