I told my boys this morning that it’s our anniversary- 8 years. My 5 year old quickly commented that, in that time, I’ve had 4 babies. Correct. My 7 year old then insisted that’s not right. I’ve only had two. My first instinct was to remind him that I did, in fact, carry twins as a surrogate in addition to having the two of them. But he knows that. He then explained, “The twins don’t count. Their parents had them.”
While I can say with great certainty that I carried and delivered those sweet twins, it occurred to me that he’s right. They’re both right. And they both get it- maybe in different ways, but they both get it. Yes, I have helped four babies enter the world in the last 8 years, but the last two were someone else’s family from the beginning. In the blink of an eye, our part in that was over. In a way, it counts. In a way, it doesn’t. No matter how you look at it, that’s a lot to celebrate.