This week I asked my sister Amy to guest post and write about the twins. The following is what she sent me, and it may have made me tear up a bit:
When Bethany told us she was pregnant, I had mixed emotions. I was excited, of course. She’d been ready for kids for a while, and I knew she and Spencer would be wonderful parents. I couldn’t help feeling apprehensive, though—I was worried I wouldn’t love the baby.
You see, I’m not really an infant person. I have nothing against kids, but I do better with kids who can talk, are potty-trained, and are old enough to feed themselves. I knew I’d be fine with my nephew or niece once he or she reached those stages, but I was genuinely concerned that Bethany would have this baby and I’d just sit there and stare at it without feeling like an aunt. I figured babies just cried and slept and needed diaper changes. Boring! Part of me thought that the first year and a half would be agonizing, because everyone would coo and smile over the baby, and I wouldn’t feel anything, and I’d have to fake along.
Of course, that’s not how it went at all. For one thing, Bethany had twins. I was a little concerned about that because Bethany is so small, but she and Spencer had a great team of doctors, nurses, and other medical professionals who kept things well in hand from the very beginning. Then we learned that both babies were female, and even though I would’ve absolutely been just as happy about nephews, I myself have two sisters…so handling two little girls seemed much less intimidating.
When P & C were born, I was amazed at how quickly I fell in love with them. From the very first second we heard the very first cry, I knew without hesitation that those were my nieces. When I got to hold them, I didn’t see two infants. I saw two human beings with individual personalities, different likes and dislikes, and disparate futures. It was incredible. Even now, in my mind, they aren’t really “the babies.” They’re my nieces.
From P & C, I learned that infants are so much more than I thought. They give you an opinion pretty fast, and it wasn’t long before the girls made it clear that they were twins, but still individuals. I am so glad to have the blessing of interacting with them together and separately. P went through a phase where she’d fall asleep whenever I held her. C enjoyed reading books with me before P did. Both girls enjoyed climbing all over me whenever I sat on the floor. People used to laugh because if Bethany or Spencer needed someone to hold a baby for a minute, I’d instinctively shout, “I’ll do it!” and I meant it.
Someday they’ll talk and be potty-trained, yes, but in the meantime…no rush, girls. You’re perfect the way you are!
Amy Anderson is a writer and editor whose work is featured in a variety of publications, including The Sacrifice Anthology, Aelurus, The Bird and Dog, and in three separate Chicken Soup for the Soul books. She is the author of Invisible, a look at life with an invisible illness. You can reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org, follow her on Facebook, or check out her blog.
Hello! I am a work-at-home mom to twin girls and a canine. I’m learning what life looks like when you surrender to God. Passionate about parenthood, marriage, and all things coffee!