I have a feeling you will look back to this post often and show it to your kids once they are old enough to appreciate it.

Thanks for this window, at once foreign and very familiar.

Pushing and teaching us to be a better version of ourselves. A person we thought we could not become. A person we thought we did not have to become.

Perhaps.

Your descriptions of Whit and Grace are lovely. I feel as if I've met them. And I can read them as you can as I read your words.

Motherhood.
A force.
So Strong.

Thank you for sharing your children with us. It reminds me of simpler times.

My elder was go-go-go from 6am until midnight, inside of me. His "terrible twos" began at age one, and lasted until he was about four. He never napped, he never stopped moving and he never ceased asking questions. (He's my extrovert world traveler engineer… and he needs little sleep, like his mother.)

My younger slept, peacefully, for extended periods and was only moderately active while I was carrying him. I could feel his contentment, even then.

He never went through the terrible twos. Ever. (We won't talk about the teenage years!) He smiled all the time, spoke little, slept easily, could focus for hours on a single task while a toddler, and is my low-key, subtly funny artist-musician.

Nature. Something there, from the beginning. Both have been encouraged in ways that were natural to them (and being so different, have had to be taught different skills, with some difficulty).

Fascinating. I would've liked two more! And seeing just how different and unique they would've been as well.