So.
One day a woman magically wakes up with twins. They come on the same day without instructions.
They turn a regular boring life into a cosmic maelstrom, changing everything.
She is no longer who she thought she was but something better....though she didn't know it at the time.
In fact she thought she was worse because everything she did seemed wrong and stupid.
Then the twins grew up. They went out in the world.
And she is this better thing but the twins are no longer there to remind her that life is....better.
So. She tries to remember...the giggles long past midnight, the pb and j cubes clenched in tiny fists, rubber toed sneakers smacking against the seat back, sweaty smelly feet pressing against her chest and big slobber lips against her face when they learned to kiss.
Everyone tells you to stay in there during the maelstrom, never drift or get lost, that you'll soon miss it all.
But no one says how.
I'll tell you. I can tell you now. Now that the maelstrom has past. I didn't know then, but I do know now.
Be.
Be who you are, not someone else's version of you or a better version of a mother or a father.
Be who you are and what they need from you.
Be in those sweaty, crazy moments as close to who you are--as you have ever have been.
Because one day they will fly and you will be me.
I bless you with the opportunity to fly as they fly...free of regret and filled with the awareness of everything.
