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The “trying threes” and what I’m learning this Easter

“It was a perfect sacrifice by a perfect person to perfect some very imperfect people.” ~Hebrews 10: 14, The Message

Doesn’t that just sum it all up?  I’m one who wants to be perfect – I hate being a work in progress…I want to learn it, and move on.  But, until I’m with Jesus face to face, the deepest desire of my heart will not be fulfilled, as I will never be perfect on this earth.  I am forgiven and perfect in God’s sight because of Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, but I still struggle with sin.  I get discouraged so often because each day God teaches me something else where I feel like I’m failing – I know, in my head, that I just need to improve, but in my heart, I struggle with the question, “Why don’t I just do it right?”

Thank goodness for grace.  My salvation is not based upon what I do, my works, but on what Christ did for me on the cross.  If I love him, I’ll obey him.  I do love him, but why don’t I obey him all the time?

I see a bit of myself in one of my three year old twins, Marcus.  He’s a rule follower and hardly ever strays from the straight and narrow.  We both go into situations enthusiastically – especially if we know the rules, because we are good rule followers.  I always say, “If you give me the rules or tell me how to do it, I’ll do it right.”  That’s why this Christianity thing is so hard for me at times – I don’t always get it right and there are times or seasons where I feel like I’m always getting it wrong.  Take, for example, I have two three year olds in my house right now.  That’s enough to make any mom “get it wrong” A LOT.  If you haven’t been around young kids, now I have three, I believe it’s not the “terrible twos” so much as the “trying threes” (trying for the mom, that is).  My oldest’s first eight months of being three were like someone had taken my sweet boy and replaced him with a baby monster.  But at that eight month mark, a miracle happened, and my boy returned.  I’m not facing quite the same with the twins, but the tantrums, the lack of being able to understand reason (times two)…it’s wearing on me, and I seem to get it wrong at least once a day.  My temper rises, my voice yells – it’s almost like an out of body experience at times, where I am watching myself yell…But that’s why there’s grace.  Jesus died on the cross, knowing I’d have twin boys and knowing they’d both be three at the same time.   He didn’t do it so much to play a joke on me (although we laughed for five weeks straight when we knew we were having twins), but more to teach me lessons throughout their lives, and I think I’ll learn a lot of lessons this year of being three.

First day of school

All of the boys started preschool yesterday.  All three only go two days a week, but it’s a good start.

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Alexander was the “big boy on campus” yesterday – one of the older ones in his class (going to Kindergarten in 1 year).  Since yesterday, he won’t stop talking.  He’s wired and excited and I’m so happy!

The twins enjoyed their first day.  Mommy was more nervous than they were….but they wore themselves out big time.  We showed up to pick them up at 12:30, after lunch.  They were playing and the doors were locked at the top (I thought – most likely for my boys who always try to escape to freedom).  We were welcomed by their teacher, and stood talking with her for several minutes, observing our boys…our babies…who sure didn’t look like babies anymore.  Where did the time go.

Their teacher proceeded to tell us that today was a day of learning for all.  Different from the day before (when the twins didn’t go), they kept the doors locked all day at the top, and constantly reminded the boys where to be.  When the class went outside to play, they double-locked the gate so that the kids (Maximus) would not try to get out.  I only nodded and smiled.  She told me that they worked today to reinforce to Maximus that he could not climb on the tables, that he could not eat 9 grape halves at the same time.  I only nodded and smiled.  I commented, “The story of our life.”for the blog 2

Later that day, I was thinking about the teacher’s comments, feeling a little bad and sorry for their “behavior”.  But in all actuality, they are NOT bad boys, it’s not a discipline problem.  They are happy boys, with a lot of energy, excited about life.  They observe life from the thick of things.  They like to get their hands and bodies involved in their observations.  They aren’t ones to stand on the side and just observe….they want to participate….they want to experience all there is about life.  You can see that in the way they eat, in the way they play, in the way they smile, in the way they hug, even in the way they sleep.

So…this mama will not apologize for her good, happy, energetic boys.  She will nod and smile, drop them off two mornings a week praying for their teachers’ sanity and for her boys’ safety.  She will revel in the fact that they love life, and will never regret that they were fully involved in all that they did.

And I can see them one day, strong men, who persevere to the end with all they do.  Maximus, so focused on getting something done and doing it right, but experimenting with other options all along the way.  Marcus going into every situation with a smile, striving to do it right the first time, but having fun in the process.

Boys, go and embrace life.  Enjoy every minute and don’t let anyone ever tell you different.  for the blog 3

Swimming Lesson Report Cards

All 3 boys have been in swimming lessons for the past 4 weeks.  Alexander has taken lessons since turning 1, but the babies had to wait until their 1st birthday to start.

Alexander is now in the Preschool class of 3-4 year olds.  They sit on the side, wait their turn, pay attention and always, always follow the instructor’s directions….yeah right.  He’s done leaps and bounds better this 4 weeks than he did in the 8 weeks before that.  I think, in part, it had to do with the instructor and her confidence, but also with the fact that both babies and Mommy were swimming too.

Alexander’s 4 week swimming report card said:  “I am so proud of Alexander!  He has come so far throughout these 4 lessons…Awesome job!”

Way to go big guy!

For the twins, Maximus got over his dislike by the middle of the first lesson.  I knew Marcus would like it more by the way he splashes and kicks his feet when I give him a bath.  They will be my little fish!

A First Birthday (times two)

The first birthday has come and gone.

My little ones are now 1.  Unbelievable…they are trying to walk…trying to talk.

Last night, I watched them play together.  REALLY, play together.  It was so cute.  We have a large wooden corral and they were at opposite sides of the octagon, sitting.  Then, with an unspoken “ready, set, go”, they’d start crawling at each other at top speed, squealing and laughing.  When they “hit” they’d grab each other and just laugh.  They did this multiple times.  I just sat and watched in awe as my twin boys played together.  (Later my husband said, “did you video tape it?”–nope).

My oldest never had these interactions since he was a singleton.  My twins are growing up with an experience that no one else in my family has ever had.  This is very special for them….and for us.

Happy Birthday to my littlest men.

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