Tonight I lay down on the sofa while Iggle Piggle was entertaining my kids. I shut my eyes after a long day at work and listened to the Tombliboos twittering away.
Next thing I know, I hear some heavy breathing next to my face. (Priya is the heavy breather.) Then I feel a knee next to my face. She's climbing on to the sofa. Not a squeak or a word. She snuggles down into my front. She's the little spoon. I put my arm around her. We lay there together.
For about 2 seconds. She is two.
2 minutes later, she clambered up again, this time taking hold of my hand and pulling it around her. Still not a word. I still have my eyes closed. She touches my cheek. I look at her and she smiles, the kind that makes a noise and lights up her eyes.
Next thing I know, Kalyan has realised what is going on. I hear his little feet, pad pad padding in his fast little wriggly run. He crashes into the sofa and us. Starts trying to squirm his way in.
These are the moments I adore. What I live for. The closeness, the way they love to cuddle and be close to me.
When I walked in the door after work, they were in the kitchen with Ma & Dadaji. They both exclaimed and ran to me. K was first, he threw his arms wide and squeezed me as I crouched. Huge grins all round. He then did what makes my heart skip. He took my face in his hands and planted a kiss on my lips. No prompting, no asking, he just kissed me and giggled. Before being shoved out of the way for Priya to get in for her cuddle, she climbed on to my lap and sat down snuggling in to my chest. This is life with twins.
Not long after K snuggled in on the sofa and tried to climb up, Priya began to kick, she didn't want to be ousted. He started moaning and complaining, trying to find his space next to Mummy. I controlled the kicks and helped him in, he laid back into my tummy and Priya protested until she realised she still had my head. Cue prodding. It didn't last, it never does. They compete for their spaces, often wanting to be "dup" (up - Priya adds Ds to the beginning of most words, Dapple, Dummy = Mummy not dummy). It can get very frustrating, with a ratio of two to one most days. But we make it work and everyone gets plenty of cuddles. Of course, I can cuddle them both together but that would be logical and two year olds do not do logical! I sometimes wish for some space, especially when they won't let me make dinner and start going crazy, but really, I wouldn't have it any other way because without the desire to be held, I wouldn't get to experience the moments like I did this evening.
God, I love being a twin mum.
(Someone please remind me of this the next time they have a tandem tantrum. Sometimes you don't want sound in stereo.)
Next thing I know, I hear some heavy breathing next to my face. (Priya is the heavy breather.) Then I feel a knee next to my face. She's climbing on to the sofa. Not a squeak or a word. She snuggles down into my front. She's the little spoon. I put my arm around her. We lay there together.
For about 2 seconds. She is two.
2 minutes later, she clambered up again, this time taking hold of my hand and pulling it around her. Still not a word. I still have my eyes closed. She touches my cheek. I look at her and she smiles, the kind that makes a noise and lights up her eyes.
Next thing I know, Kalyan has realised what is going on. I hear his little feet, pad pad padding in his fast little wriggly run. He crashes into the sofa and us. Starts trying to squirm his way in.
These are the moments I adore. What I live for. The closeness, the way they love to cuddle and be close to me.
When I walked in the door after work, they were in the kitchen with Ma & Dadaji. They both exclaimed and ran to me. K was first, he threw his arms wide and squeezed me as I crouched. Huge grins all round. He then did what makes my heart skip. He took my face in his hands and planted a kiss on my lips. No prompting, no asking, he just kissed me and giggled. Before being shoved out of the way for Priya to get in for her cuddle, she climbed on to my lap and sat down snuggling in to my chest. This is life with twins.
Not long after K snuggled in on the sofa and tried to climb up, Priya began to kick, she didn't want to be ousted. He started moaning and complaining, trying to find his space next to Mummy. I controlled the kicks and helped him in, he laid back into my tummy and Priya protested until she realised she still had my head. Cue prodding. It didn't last, it never does. They compete for their spaces, often wanting to be "dup" (up - Priya adds Ds to the beginning of most words, Dapple, Dummy = Mummy not dummy). It can get very frustrating, with a ratio of two to one most days. But we make it work and everyone gets plenty of cuddles. Of course, I can cuddle them both together but that would be logical and two year olds do not do logical! I sometimes wish for some space, especially when they won't let me make dinner and start going crazy, but really, I wouldn't have it any other way because without the desire to be held, I wouldn't get to experience the moments like I did this evening.
God, I love being a twin mum.
(Someone please remind me of this the next time they have a tandem tantrum. Sometimes you don't want sound in stereo.)
1 comment:
What an amazing blog post, so eloquent, I can actually visualise it happening and I'm green with envy. Love you all. xx
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