Kirsty and I have been talking lots recently about our experience of raising our small menagerie in the context of our motherhood journey compared to the more conventional one-child-at-a-time one. Comparing the experience of raising one child against the experience of raising four aged two and under is a bit like a zookeeper talking best practice with somebody who keeps house cats. They’re just not very comparable. Kirsty in particular finds that quite isolating; she’s left a few facebook parenting groups because of it recently, which makes me sad because wrangling four children means that she doesn’t exactly get out have a chance to sit down and chat to other mums ‘in person’ either.
I think we’ve realised recently that these early years of mothering four are probably going to be the best and the worst our lives. It’s like living in a tropical paradise that is prone to horrendous storms, I suppose; on the one hand we are so in love and blissful and we can’t imagine being without any of these incredible small humans, and on the other hand we’re just so tired and we keep getting sick and oh, what wouldn’t we give for a long nap time where everyone sleeps in their own beds. This is hard, you guys. And yet it’s going so quickly and we want to clutch it to our chests, to savour every minute. We want to keep them small.
Those boys. Those girls. Those children of ours.
They have such a wonderful relationship with each other. Our little boys are everything to each other, the best of friends and the worst of enemies, and they love to play chase up in their room when they are meant to be taking a nap. It is wonderful to hear the giggles coming from behind that shut door. And the little girls have just discovered each other, and will smile and babble and reach out when held to face each other (do you remember when we were small and those interactive Furbies had just been brought out?. It is like that.) The girls each have a favourite bigger twin to play with and their eyes follow their brothers constantly about the room.
This month we tried to take vibrant and joyous children-in-the-leaves photos and, as is often the case, the images that I had built up in my head never quite materialised. Zaza declared the ground ‘wet’ and ‘yuck’, Sasha’s teeth chattered, the Pom Bears ran out all too quickly and just as the toddlers looked as though they might contemplate cooperation, the girls howled. Oh well.
‘Take Two’ didn’t quite work out either.
I suppose we’ll try for the Christmas card photo another time.
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