I’m packing my bags and my curly hair and my metallic sandals and my optimism and my red lipstick….
…and I’m heading to Haven.
I’m taking along a big jumble of emotions with me.
I’m nervous and excited and happy and overly-packed and shaking my purple-painted toenails just a little.
I wish I could take all of you with me.
It might make me a little braver.
But instead, I’ll share a story along with a little summer from the beach. It’s one I’ve told before, but there’s such joy in the re-telling.
This one is for anyone who has ever been so close to amazing.
Come sit by me. 🙂
People always ask me what it’s like having twins.
Is it hard?
Is it overwhelming and are they different and how do you handle it and is it really a challenge?
And I always tell them it’s double.
Double the joy, double the work, double the responsibilities, double the drama…..
…..and double the blessings.
They just started middle school, those double blessings.
And for the first time ever, this fall, they decided they wanted to part ways and choose different interests.
One is a cheerleader.
And one is a basketball player.
The first basketball game was this past week.
It was a flurry of activity. There were uniforms to fit and long practices and plays to learn and sidelines to perfect and wondering and hoping and worrying and chattering and discussing what needed to be done before the season started.
And then the season finally began.
Both twins decked out in red uniforms with matching blonde pony tails and shiny new shoes and eyes sparkling with anticipation.
One sister cheering from the sideline.
One sister playing the game on the court.
It was a tough game.
Both teams were evenly matched.
First one basket, then another and another and another. Then we were tied. Then we were behind. Suddenly my daughter had the ball. You could almost see the look of determination on her face. All that practicing and all those drills and hours and hours spent trying to learn the game.
This was her moment.
This was her time.
She dribbled the basketball on the court. And paused. And dribbled right and dribbled left, then she lifted her hands in the air and let the ball sail through the air.
It soared toward the goal in slow motion.
The stadium collectively held its breath as the basketball slowly sank into the basket and scored two points…..
…..for the other team.
A basket heard around the world.
The other team broke into screams and shouts of joy and jumping and patting each other on the back with excitement.
Our team stood silent.
Until a tiny cheerleader standing on the sidelines dressed in red swung her blonde ponytail in determination and started a cheer for her sister.
A cheer to tell her it was okay.
A cheer to let her know there would be other baskets and other games and other times to score and she was truly amazing and that this basket did not define who she was or how she played the game.
And that’s the thing with twins.
It’s double the encouragement.
Double the cheers.
Double the swinging ponytail and sparkling eyes and double the belief in your sister and double the shaking off of disappointments and double the bond.
And always, always, always…..
…….double the joy. 🙂
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