A Recollection: Life as Mom of One Year Old Twins
Now that my twins are seven, I found myself recollecting what it was like when they were one year old. I got a clear image of walking them in the stroller to a Twilight Concert in Palo Alto and it reminded me of how far we've come: how needy the twins used to be, and how comparatively easy they are now. So, stroll along with me in a trip down memory lane:
A sunny day, Spring, 2003. I leaned into my red SUV, the only jogging stroller big enough to carry my litter, my twins, “my great big buckets of moona-fish,” as my mom said when she saw them for the first time. My mom always said, with an unapologetic broad smile, that her eccentric nicknames “just sounded right.”
Pushing down the stroller bar, I set my cherubs into fits of glee as we did wheelies over the spiky death stars that dropped from the scalloped canopy onto the sidewalk. I hammed it up, swerving the stroller around real and imagined obstacles to make them laugh. A poke from the gargantuan woody burrs or a sharp rock could flat-tire us and we’d never roll to the outdoor concert. To the west, the last-to-rise foothills between Palo Alto and the Pacific tossed off their fuzzy fog blanket for the day, and prairie-dogged over the trees.
My wide load and I passed the HP garage, the “Birthplace of Silicon Valley.” The feel of the stroller’s foam grip always irritated me. Guy-Guy yammered the entire walk. He was bi-modal. He was either sleeping or talking, usually about a “frozen” (fire engine) or a “make-up truck” (pick up truck.) His sister Kitty Cat was slung next to him, naming neighborhood animals. For each one, she needed me to say some variation of “I saw it, too!"
After twenty minutes of pushing, we pierced through the hubbub of University Avenue. I was sweating. As the street noise died down and commercial buildings turned shingled California bungalows, we were in the brackish space between suburban traffic sounds and music billowing from the park. I couldn’t make out the melody yet, or decipher whether or not I knew the song, but I started to bounce my sandaled feet in time to the beat.Continued on the next page