I’m editing the last chapter of the book right now.
It’s so close to being done.
Shhhh….don’t tell the publisher, but it was so much easier to write than I ever imagined.
When I started I was a little scared. A book? Seriously? What was I thinking?
I just sat down at the computer and wrote and wrote and wrote and then I drank some coffee…
…and wrote some more.
Just between us, it really wrote itself. It’s like the story was right there at the tip of my fingers just waiting to come out.
When I was researching stories for the book, I found this one. It made me laugh and cheer and tear up a little, especially because my tiny basketball player just had emergency eye surgery and had to cut her season short.
This story is written for everyone who has ever faced a challenge. Everyone who stares a mountain in the face and takes that first step. Everyone who falls down, dusts themselves off and tries again.
You got this.
We are cheering you on.
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. 🙂