“Someone once told me that the days are long, but the years are short and I remember feeling alone and muttering under my breath that no one understood what THESE days as a twin mommy were like. The first few months of their life were a blur because I was so overwhelmed and sleep deprived, but I vividly remember standing helplessly at my son’s crib and taking a picture of them both shrieking in unison to capture the moment because I felt like it summed up what I felt most days were like. In hindsight, they were actually wonderful days filled with snuggles and tiny fingers and toes, but in the moment, I was a very stressed out new mother (in spite of the fact that I was blessed to have amazing help) who didn’t understand that babies cry. A LOT. And it wasn’t because I was failing as a mother. It’s just what they do. I took their crying personally and felt sad because I couldn’t fix their problems. I share this today because my munchkins are 4 years old and off at preschool. And I miss them. And their tandem crying. And their tiny hands and the way they both used to fit so perfectly in the crook of my arm when I was rocking them. You are not alone. We all felt overwhelmed and exhausted at one point. Some of us more than others. But you are not alone. The days and nights may feel endless now, but I am here to reassure you they are not. …And one day you will miss it.” – Jennifer