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My goodness ladies, I can’t believe two years have passed me by so quickly. If we were talking about back when I was a teenager, I would probably be glad that time was slipping by so fast. But in this precious stage of life, being a first time mom to my twin boys, there’s not a second of the day that I want to go by quicker than it should. There are moments I want to last forever and memories I want to hold on to for the rest of our lives. My sons turn two today and as if I needed more of a confirmation that they are no longer in their baby stage, this is what they are up to now:

• First haircut yesterday sitting all by themselves on the grown up chair.

It seems like yesterday I was still breastfeeding the boys at home while eating a lunch trying to not land food on their heads. Yes, those twenty minutes that they fed I would eat too. It was the only time I had them both calm enough where nothing else mattered to them but FOOD. I remember that around this time I was already beginning to feel the end our breastfeeding journey was near and it saddened me to think that they would no longer “need” me that way. I use to think we would loose our connection. My favorite part of our day was that, sitting or laying, nursing them. It made me feel like a mother. Like their person.

What’s it like being a twin mom?

Every time someone asks me this, which happens to be a lot for some reason, I answer with the same response… “I wouldn’t know what it’s like being any other kind of mom.” Being a mom to twins I’m sure would be different if you were to have older children. At that point you would be able to compare, but when it happens the first time around you know nothing else but always repeating everything twice. Being a mother to however many children is the greatest blessing we as women will ever have. These little humans we grow inside are truly the best gift. For the 9 months approximately that we carry them inside we have the privilege of having them entirely to ourselves.

I’ve been carrying a huge lump in my throat these past couple of weeks. Something has just felt completely off and I wasn’t quite sure what it was until today. This week the boys are turning two. Although some may see it as a reason to celebrate, my heart is taking a beating knowing that we are way past the baby stage entering this unknown territory of testing limits and pushing boundaries I am not quite prepared for. Moments where my hand is shoved or constantly trying to be let go. Moments where I can’t quite understand what is happening before me because my kids are upset and they are hitting their head against things. Such as the wall or the floor.