





I grew up with my mother talking about the craziness of multiple carpools, and the driving around, cooking big meals for us every day, and her joking how she was the chauffeur, the cook, and the maid. I never meant to make her feel like that, but the truth is, kids are pretty needy, and so I suppose it happened regardless of our intentions or level of gratitude. We reach that level of independence all too quickly where we depend on our parents more for practical matters and less for wisdom and guidance. Of course I hope that they will always welcome my teachings and direction, but I also know that at a certain point they will want to spread their wings without me. Or at least, without me hanging on too tight.
I always figured I had more time before I get to that stage. After all, the twins are only two, they are still pretty dependant on us. And even Gavriel needs us.
Doesn't he?
Fast forward to bathtime last night, where my darling husband was supervising the twins in the bath. Keeping them from going under, or whacking each other with the rubber duckies. All of a sudden I overhear from the bedroom...
Nadav: Why?
Ilan: Because!
Nadav: Why?
Ilan: Because!
Nadav: Why?
Ilan: Because!
This went on for a LONG time.
Raising twins has always been an adventure. Challenging on the best of days, and all encompassing and exhausting on the hard ones. And while I was laughing over this conversation, and grinning at Ari, I was also marveling at the independence that having a twin provides. They have each other to be there for one another, to answer those eternal "whys?" They always will. I just hope they let us guide them once in a while. Or at least let us in on the joke.






