Twin Marathon

Posted by on Sep 24, 2014 in From My Perspective, Raising Great Kids, Twins | 0 comments

“Mommy!  It’s our birthday today!  If we hurry, can we please walk through the field of mist?”  Taylor begged this morning.

“Ya, Momma!  We’ll hurry!!  Pleeeaaasssseeee???” Sydney supported her identical twin’s desperate plea for adventure on the way to school.

I chuckled.  “Yes.  But we can’t make your brother late.  So get a move on!” I commanded with a smile.

They jumped for joy and hugged each other before running off to get ready for their special day.


Ten years ago I gave birth to identical twins.

They seemed to come out of nowhere – like a mystical force that can neither be fully explained nor understood.  An existence so intense that their presence was automatically accepted as a gift.  A blessing.  A miracle.

This morning before the sun even had a chance to rise, I watched my twin daughters frolick with wonder through the fuzzy blanket of fog that always settles a mile from our house.  I couldn’t help but marvel at their spirit.

I was struck by the metaphor of the occasion.

A moment that embodied everything I love and admire about their relationship, as well as everything that makes them so difficult to parent at times.

When Sydney and Taylor are together, they share a combined spirit.  They are always eager to create, explore and discover the beauty this world has to offer.  They never tire of adventure.  Together they are secure, confident and courageous.  They charge forward as a team without inhibition or fear.  Theirs is a relationship of total awareness and complete acceptance, relieving them from insecurities that might otherwise hold them back from trying new things.  Together they are bold, brave, and beautiful.

Together they are free.

But the morning mist – as mesmerizing as it is – stifles freedom with unforeseen obstacles.  Fog is not conducive for planning ahead.  It strikes when you least expect, offering no choice but to adapt to its present conditions with flexibilty.  When traveling through unknown territory, it’s impossible to predict any future bumps in the road.  As a result, you must resign to a slow journey.  One that must be navigated with careful patience and faith.  This is frustrating when you’d rather achieve your destination quickly.

Parenting our identical twin daughters is a marathon race in the fog.

It’s encouraging them to pace themselves, when it feels most natural to sprint.  It’s veering off course to take advantage of teachable moments as we stumble upon them.  It’s showing them how to get back up and run every time life knocks them down.  It’s learning to support them with quiet, blind faith as they build their own strategic visions of the future.  It’s accepting that a great team is composed of  strong individuals with different strengths and weaknesses.

It is a sport that requires rigorous training, great strength and perseverance.  In the end, it will be a hard fought victory for us all.

And great cause to celebrate alongside our little twin party animals.




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An Unexpected and Untitled Response to 9/11 – From my 12 year-old son.

Posted by on Sep 15, 2014 in From My Perspective | 0 comments

I have been to the world trade center.  I know what it looks like.  I have seen the size.  I have seen the lights.  I have seen the survivor tree…..  I have seen the names.

The names are the scariest part.  The worst part.  The dead part.  That is why I can’t bare to look at them again.

I have read the brochures.
All of them.

Why did people do this?  I don’t know.  Why these buildings?  I do not know.  Why hundreds and hundreds of people?Why?  Why?  Why?  Why ?  Why?

I.  Do.  Not.  Know.

In this world people are so cruel.  Why Bin Landin?  Why America?What did it, what did WE ever do to you?
All I know is that the pentagon was rebuilt, and was able to rebuild.  But the world trade center, is not.

We can’t rebuild two identical buildings like that again.  We just can’t.

People die.  But people don’t deserve to die by a plane.  By a building.
By a man.

Thank you police, military,


For giving your lives to America.  Thank you for the people who saved many lives to stick up to the hijackers and knick them out so not everyone had to die.  Thank you.

Rest in Piece citizens of one nation under God, and citizens of America.

Rest in piece………….  Twins.

-Gabriel Myers, age 12


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Posted by on Jul 24, 2014 in From My Perspective | 0 comments

My nieces are in town this week.  Yesterday the kids had a wedding.  The youngest of the cousins married an enormous stuffed turtle.

Her dress was a white blanket clipped together in back, a piece of ribbon over one shoulder and another around her waist to hold the gown in place, while a pillowcase adorned her head as a veil.  The ceremony was held on the dock at Memom’s lake, complete with mini-sandcastles to line the aisle for the bride’s entry.

It was a fun wedding.  Full of imagination, giggles and hope.  The cost was free and my memory of this day will last a lifetime.

You see, not only was the ceremony refreshingly low-key and original, but so were the vows.  There was no mention of “speak now or forever hold your peace” or the pressure of “until death do you part.”

No, the vows were realistic and simple:

Promise to treat each other with love and respect.
And if you enter Divorcemanship…
Be good to each other.

I was in awe of the simple brilliance of my favorite little people.

Divorcemanship – To end a marriage with fairness, respect and polite behavior towards one another.

These were the best wedding vows I’d ever heard.  The recognition that good conduct is of the utmost importance, no matter what the future might bring.

We all can learn so much from the innocence and purity of our littlest loves when we stop long enough to listen.




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