Two Under Two at 22

There I was, once again. Sitting in the bathroom staring at two very clear lines, but my thoughts were different this time. I was thinking those lines held a whole new meaning. Yes, of course they still meant that I was going to be a mommy (second time mommy that is) ; but they seemed symbolic of what my life would be from that moment on. It meant that there would now be two other people of great importance in my life. Two other people to make into...people. Good, kind and intellectual women. Aside from making myself those things. I stared at those two lines for a long time, tucked them away in a dresser drawer of mine and looked at them when I needed reminding of my own reality, or what soon would be just that. And I thanked God I had only spent a buck on that thing, as I would later need every penny I could find to survive raising two under two...and myself!

Almost two years have passed since the moment my life truly changed. Just when I had gotten comfortable with one, another came along. Now there was no time for naps while the baby was napping. Why didn't anyone warn me of this before hand? I thought. I would've gotten all the sleep I could before she came along! Why didn't anyone tell me that I could go ahead and empty my closets because the jumbo boxes of diapers would soon be replacing any shoes and wardrobe I had previously kept there? No one, not anyone mentioned the songs I would get stuck in my head. Theme songs to Nick Jr. shows and such. Or that I would catch myself singing them at work! No one warned me of all the parties I'd have to miss, because I was no longer the typical 22 year old. That my kind of party was now one consisting of imaginary tea. I wish someone had mentioned that above all I would need to be a much better version of myself and not only for me but most importantly for my multiple little princesses. That when I looked in the mirror I needed to see someone strong,beautiful, educated...fearless. I had to see that person and be her. And judging by the smiles on the faces of the two little figures standing beside my own reflection, I knew that to them I already was that woman.