But before I start in on our camping excursion, I had something quite encouraging happen to me in the supermarket yesterday. A lady stopped me inquiring if I had two sets of twins (it happens more than reason would lead you to believe). She went on to explain that she has twins and used to belong to a mothers of multiples group. She asked me to think hard about how many twins between the ages of 1 and 2 I see out and about. "It's just the hardest time to have two the same age" she said. "It is much easier to simply stay home!" Wow! What confirmation to the feelings I have been having lately.
It was a moment of calm in isle 7. Noah was playing with a bag of brown sugar in the front, Ollie was crushing a bag of chips in the back (who cares...they are for taco salad, he was entertained!) and Jake and Max were intensly focused on "a game" in which the cart was a boat and they couldn't let go or they would be eaten by piranas. (I like this game and you better believe that I reminded them of those carnivorous fish when they began to wander!)
We knew it would be hard. We even had the common sense to "have no idea how hard" it was going to be. But in the last few months, that difficulty has seemed to multiply in mobility and attitudes. Chase one, the other goes in the opposite direction. Tell one "no" and the other one tries. And on it goes.
What a great time it was to talk with someone else who had been through this stage! She even identified with the perplexity of looking at others with three or four kids and thinking "This shouldn't be that different!" I see now why there are support groups for families with multiples. Thank you, isle 7 friend! I will think of your encouraging words often.