“Keep calm, I have twins” – became my motto over the years. They say twins mean double the trouble, but every mum of twins knows that it is more complicated than that… That having twins is challenging on a completely different, unmeasurable level.
If I was to mention all the things no one told me about having twins, I would probably never stop writing…
But let’s talk about the most surprising ones. Or perhaps – the most important ones.
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It is 12 pm and I have just got back from a toddler playgroup. Shattered and in pain. (Both physical and mental, although I am not sure which one is worse).
Peculiarly, this state has given me a fresh inspiration for a new post and share with you at least a vague idea of what a twin mum usually has to go through every single day.
Understandably, I cannot include every single thing every twin mum has to face each day, because this post would be neverending plus every mum’s routine and days differ by all means.
But what I can describe is how it looks in our case. keep reading
We have passed the second Christmas and New Year’s Eve with our boys!
The first Christmas holidays with them I was looking forward to it as a little girl. The first Christmas dinner together, children’s Christmas clothes, unpacking gifts…
With Yaw we agreed that boys had to get something that makes a sound. At that time, we did not really care what kind of sound that would be, however, in these things it is better to be picky.
As a parent, you have to count on hearing this sound for the next few weeks and hours in a day. 😉 keep reading
As a mum of twins, I am daily confronted with different reactions of people, especially women. On the street, in a shop, in different groups, on the walk…
However, in my case, not everyone recognise they are twins. Although their faces are similar, the big difference especially with their hair and size.
My answer to people’s question of how old they are is usually followed by the next question: “And the other one?”
When I tell them ‘they’re twins!’ they usually open their mouths and stare as if I’d told them they’re mutants. It even happened twice that a lady on the street asked me: “But they are not both yours, are they?”
It is definitely more pleasant when someone asks: “Are they twins?” Even with such a formulated question, you can still feel the uncertainty, but compared to previous examples, there is at least a glimpse of hope someone sees them as twins. And both as mine! keep reading