As I find myself crawling beneath the dining room table, retrieving what seems to be a whole ear of corn from beneath my 18-month-old son’s chair, I can’t help but wonder, “How did I end up here?” Nearby, my cat, Chester, who has been largely overlooked since my son’s arrival—and even more so since the birth of our twins five months ago—looks at me with a mix of longing and confusion. He seems to be saying, “Now that you’re down here, could we play?” But I’m unable to indulge him. Not out of a lack of desire, but because the twins are wailing in the living room, their onesies stained with the remnants of the afternoon’s meals.
Thank goodness my partner, Jake, is on diaper duty with the twins while I manage the bottle cleanup and remnants of dinner. These chaotic evenings and frenetic days have become our new normal. I find myself reminiscing about my previous life—working, running programs, teaching psychology at night, and enjoying adult conversations. Now, I can scarcely recall the last time I fed the twins.
Taking a leisurely walk to the mailbox or simply existing in a manner reminiscent of my pre-parenthood life feels like an uphill battle. Am I complaining? Perhaps. Do I resent this new existence? Not really. However, if someone had told me five or ten years ago that I would marry, conceive immediately, stop working, have a son, and then become pregnant again just four and a half months later—with twins—I would have laughed incredulously. If they had also claimed I would embrace this life, I would have laughed even harder.
My once-impressive collection of nail care products and makeup has become obsolete over the past two years of pregnancy. I allowed my professional credentials to lapse as my high-risk pregnancy made it impossible to attend the necessary training sessions. For a year and a half, I mourned the loss of my career, but the birth of twins alongside a toddler jolted me back to reality.
At 32, I have never been busier or worked harder. My professional skills have taken a backseat to my new role as a stay-at-home mom. Some days, I genuinely resent it, but the thought of having a nanny or sitter witnessing my babies’ first smiles, crawls, or words fills me with dread. I cherish these moments too much to let anyone else experience them.
My conversations now revolve around diaper changes and spit-up, punctuated by fleeting moments of silence at the end of each day before I collapse into bed. I find joy in watching my son correctly say “thank you” or comb his hair, and it warms my heart to see my family’s hardened expressions soften at the sight of my little ones.
The moment that truly transformed my perspective was when Jake leaned down and kissed the heads of our twins, Emma and Noah, for the first time. It was a revelation that melted away my frustrations.
So, for now, I think it’s okay.
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Summary
The author reflects on the challenges and changes that come with motherhood, particularly after welcoming twins into their family. Despite the chaos and loss of previous professional identity, they find joy in everyday moments with their children, ultimately accepting their new life.