Every birthday the twins have is a wonderful privilege and heartbreak all at once.
It’s a sad fact of life that not every parent gets to experience their child's birthday for one reason or another, and for each one we are able to share I shall be forever grateful.
Yet seeing them grow year upon year, developing skills and personalities which take them further away from the innocent and totally dependant babies they were, my heart breaks a little more.
Gone are the babes who really did need me for everything, now they are startlingly independent, and they are only six. This independence will only grow until mama is no longer really needed unless in times of crisis and they come running home.
But, now is not the time for tears, I’m a proud mama to two extraordinary, wonderfully unique young boys who have learnt more in the past six years than I give them credit for.
Learnt to walk, run, hop, skip and jump.
Learnt to read, write, scribble, draw and colour outside the lines.
Made friends, forgiven others and learnt when it’s time to walk away.
Grown enviable confidence and a “couldn’t care less” attitude to what others think.
Taught us the joy of not taking things too seriously.
Shown determination to succeed.
Learnt the joy of the most simple of things…a cardboard box, bubbles and rainbows.
Developed an interest in learning, trying and finding joy even in failure.
Learnt how to dress themselves.
Taken responsibility for themselves.
Shown kindness to others even when not deserved.
Learnt to make the most of situations they can’t control.
There are so many other things they have learnt, and they are still learning, developing and making me one proud mama.
So, whilst I quietly lament the loss of my babies and their sweet innocent dependence on us, I celebrate the wonderful young boys they are growing in to.