Eighteen Years Later

Andy and I took the boys to our favorite restaurant the other night. We are very blessed that Jack and Ben do really well in public... at least so far. Armed with a few McDonalds toys, a cup and a straw and plenty of food, they allow us to enjoy a night out while not having to organize a babysitter!

We sat in a table against the wall and quickly began unloading our goodies. The family next to us was just beginning to leave when they noticed our little guys. The oldest lady in the group said, "Oh, my word! Twins!" You could hear the excitement in her voice. Wherever there are multiples, there's an instant bond. "My grandsons are twins, too! See?" She turned around and pointed at her two eighteen-year-old grandsons with their hands in their pockets. They had been celebrating their high school graduation. The boys smiled politely and awkwardly shifted their weight; this was not the first time they had been pushed into the spotlight.

"Aren't they such a blessing?" the mom asked me. "Oh, yeah. Such a blessing," I admitted, "but a lot of work, too!" I added that last phrase at the last second, expecting to get an I-know-exactly-what-you-mean response. Instead, she said, "No, I never saw it as work. It was always a lot of fun."

It's not work, huh?

Gee, that's funny.

I always felt like these guys kept me on my toes.

Most days, I feel like I'd have an easier time working full-time.

But I must be wrong.

Obviously, caring for two busy toddlers is a cake walk!

Either I'm doing something terribly wrong or that mom has some serious memory issues!