When Ivy was six months old we found out we were having another baby. The first 5-6 years were a blur. Who am I kidding, the past 16 years has been a blur. Having two in diapers and two in baby beds- and yet on completely different schedules was nuts. I was nuts. I am probably still nuts to a certain degree. Right now they are at the top of these stairs in Ivy’s room discussing their day. The door is shut and they are in deep conversation. I know this because I went up there wanting to join in like every cool mom does…ahem….and of course they totally want to share EVERY detail of their day with me, right?
Immediately as I came through the door they changed the conversation (and not too smoothly I might add- I will need to text them and tell them to work on that) I’m no dummy, whatever they were talking about was serious like boys or friends or perhaps how cool I am. I slowly back out (because I just know they are going to beg me to come back so they can invite me into the inner sanctum) and get about three steps away before I hear them dive right back into their conversation- no call back. (I also need to text them and tell them they need to check outside before continuing conversation if they don’t want me to hear- amateurs.) The stalker mom in me thought about lingering outside to see if I could get any scoop, but alas I heard that voice in my head that said “keep moving big mama”. A slight pause and grasping of my chest-ugh, this is hard. The whole growing up scene where they are going to have conversations with each other that do NOT in anyway include me (insert frowny face emoji). Man, I would love to go back and change one dirty diaper or find one more week old milk sippy cup in the back of the car-that’s how desperate it gets some days people. It’s like watching a movie while holding down the fast forward button. I wish I could DVR my kids.
However, as hard as the “growing up” thing is-it’s pretty cool seeing the relationship these two have and knowing they will be there for each other.
They do love each other and I couldn’t ask for more than that.
#sistersrule
(#momsofsistersruletoo-Using # is also a thing the really cool moms do-just saying.)
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