To say I felt conflicted about procreating was putting it lightly. I spent most of my twenties putting off thinking about it. Based on my limited experience with friends who had kids and subsequently disappeared into suburban routine filled with soccer games, mom jeans, and minivans, raising kids seemed unappealing at best. Around the age of 28 something changed, not logically because I can say with certainty that my head was still not so sure about this kid thing, but biologically, my body said ‘tick tock’.
Fast forward two years and babies (plural) was what we got. When you spend the better part of a year looking forward to the arrival of your little bundles of joy, they are without a doubt the most interesting people you have met that year, potentially the most interesting people you have met this lifetime. Mother Nature mixes up some sort of hormonal cocktail that guarantees that. Thank goodness.
Our little people were perfect. The boy arrived 4 minutes ahead of his sister. I will never forget the moment my doctor handed me his bloody, screaming body and announced that the baby was a boy. My heart was so full. Momentarily, I forgot that there was another baby to push into the world. She followed quickly behind and I was equally excited to meet her and hold her smaller, less hairy, but still very bloody body. The days that followed were a sleep-deprived blur.
Within weeks these fragile beings were developing distinct personalities. We compared them endlessly, which is the one thing you really aren’t supposed to do, of course. They weren’t that interesting in the beginning to anyone but us, but fast-forward to age one and personalities are in full bloom.
With a machine gun laugh and a tiger’s ferocious growl, tenacious is an understatement when referring to our little Birdie. If she were a part of speech, she would without a doubt be a verb. She is always moving, changing and climbing. She mimics adults around her and coos warmly when she receives attention. Her big, twinkling eyes are accentuated by model-like brows, and the smirk on her face gives you the distinct feeling that perhaps she knows something you don’t.
Ticklish from his little toes to his tiny nose, Cal’s laugh is contagious. Even his very busy sister can’t help but join in when he gets going. Sometimes he throws his head back and collapses in laughter. He is thoughtful and thorough in his explorations of all objects, studying them until he understands precisely what they do and how. Another favorite pastime is snuggling with Charlotte the cat – using her as a pillow, really – as she basks in the sun. And he gives the best bear hugs!
This year has certainly been a challenging one. Despite my initial ambivalence, I wouldn’t change a thing about it (except maybe more sleep). These two babies are truly a blessing. Seeing the world through their eyes is a treat.
Stay tuned for a sneak peak into a day in our life.