Sometimes it Feels Like Time Travel
I remember mowing the yard with our riding mower when I was a kid. I was probably around 11 years old. I’d be driving along pretending to talk to my kids in the backseat of a car.
There was just never a time that I didn’t want to be a mom. Sometimes you could add nurse, teacher, or model to the list of hopes and aspirations, but mom was always on top!
Marriage and the Baby Carriage
Everyone said we were way to young to be married, but I didn’t care. I could see the life I wanted right in front of me and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. I wore my engagement ring through my senior year of high school and on the night I was supposed to crown my homecoming queen successor, instead, I was tossing my bridal bouquet!
To no one’s surprise, about one month later we announced we were going to have a baby. I remember when the doctor laid her on my chest. I was awestruck by the fact that finally…this was MY baby. I have no words to describe the emotion, but 22 years later, I still cry remembering that moment.
Wait a Minute…What?
Lindsay, our first born, was the ripe old age of 4 MONTHS, when we found out we were expecting again. To say we were shocked doesn’t quite suffice. I was embarrassed. I had been trying to do everything perfect. I was trying to prove to everyone that we knew what we were doing and that we would be fine.
Oh, and guess what…it was twins!
Cole and Matt, came two months early. Lindsay was a big sister at the age of 9 months and 3 weeks. The boys stayed in the NICU for a month. They started out at around 3 pounds each and were hooked up to every tube and wire you could imagine. It was terrifying.
Travis and I were 20 years old… married, with three children and a mortgage, yet we still couldn’t buy a beer, and boy did we need one!
How is it that those babies have grown up and moved away? It really does feel like time travel.