Tuesday, September 29, 2015
After all, this marked the first time that I have ever been able to really spend time with them—like since they were born—and it was a mix of excitement and terror with a side of complete overwhelmed-ness.
Back in NYC, each summer we traded daycare and school for full-day camp. So over the last couple of months, it’s been a crash course in what makes these two kids tick. And man, they gave me quite the education…
I have learned that lack of a schedule is not freeing, it’s down-right frustrating while over-scheduling leads to crankiness and meltdowns. And if you go to the Minions movie, your three-year-old may stop speaking with words and only communicate via Minion-ese, leaving the six-year-old to translate—it’s been about several weeks now, I am anxiously awaiting the return of language to this house.
They are also hyper-drive experts, moving insanely fast when they are in destroy mode, instantly demolishing a clean house, anything edible—and oh yeah, my sanity. But they slow down considerably if there are toys that need to be picked up or peas to be eaten. So there's that...
Their excitement can be ignited by one look at each other, and the results is either magic or mayhem, there is no in-between… But their laughter is seriously the best soundtrack I have ever heard, the fierce way they protect each other is inspiring and the simple ways they show kindness and love when they think no one is watching left me feeling grateful—so grateful that I was there to see it, to see all of it, the good, the bad, the stressful and the beautiful.
So was it the best summer ever? Well, it was the toughest few months in full-time mother mode, but even with their worst behavior, there were moments that were simply breathtaking and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.