A Mother's Touch

Why is it that when your child is sick, they only want you, the mother? The grandma and grandpa they usually adore just won't cut it. Even daddy... not gonna happen.

I think the answer is because a mother's touch is like no one else's. You created these little bundles of joy (or hell raisers). They love you. They worship you. They adore you. You are their world. They are helpless without you.

I think I am writing this post mainly for myself. I need to hear it, and read it over and over again. Sometimes I think I may take my kids for granted. I have found myself thinking why me? Why did I have to have twins? Why do I have this three year old boy who doesn't listen to me? What did I do to deserve this? Why did my husband start his own company and has to work 60+ hours a week right when we had the twins? Why did we have to get the house we yearned for right when we had twins AND started our own company (meaning our house is STILL undecorated and partly unfurnished, and I can't stand it)? Why does life work out this way?

But then I see these faces...


And I get teary eyed even knowing that these thoughts go through my head. But the truth is they do. And I think I'm normal. I don't know many other people who have multiples, but maybe I should. Maybe it's time I join a mother's of multiples group. I think I need it. I need the help, the advice and tips of these mothers who are going through the same thing I am.

Back to A Mother's Touch. James has been cranky today. I know he is sick. He slept almost 4 hours this afternoon and woke up with a temperature of 103.2! Poor little man. The Motrin helped it subside, but all he wanted to do was have me hold him. Very unlike James... so not the cuddler. He didn't want gramma Sue or grandpa Dave. Just me.

Then there was someone else who also only wanted me. Jillian has had the worst diarrhea for 2 days now. With that came the worst diaper rash I have seen. She screams when her diaper gets changed. She only wants me. I have two babies who are crawling all over me and I can't give both the attention they need. Then there is Derek. What's wrong with him? ...I have no idea. Probably jealous of the time the babies take from me. So he tested my limits today. He got spanked and sent to his room by Jason, and then again by me. And now I feel awful. He just wants attention and love. When he asked to come out of his room, he wasn't mad at me. Even though I yelled like I shouldn't have yelled and dragged him to his room, he still loves me unconditionally. I'm his mom.

I wish there were more of me to go around. I can't do it all right now. It's hard. It's not getting easier. I'm not sure when it does. But for now I need to re-learn my patience I had just a few weeks ago. I need to stop and take a breath before I lose my cool.

I'm these kids' mother. They have only one. They love me no matter what. I need to remember that.

And a random picture I adore!

Two brothers going on a bike ride with their dad. Derek loves to look after James, and James really looks up to Derek already.