Repeat: The Space Between
I am not writing my blog right now because I realized mid-August that it felt like a burden instead of a release. I am too sad, navigating the twins leaving for college. I scheduled these posts that day so the blog wouldn’t be empty, but I could pull back and use the time left with the twins. A cop-out, but forgive me. Having them go is really, really hard. I need mental space to feel what I am feeling, help the kids through the transition, and sit in the quiet for a moment on the other side.
The space between the twins’ beds is called the “We.” They named it that when they were around two. They would drop things in the space — binkies, stuffed animals, lovies — and ask us to fetch it. “In the We!” they’d inform us, as we stretched our arms into painful angles to grab the binkies/stuffed animals/lovies. There was “I” and there was “he” or “she,” and between their two beds was a space called “We.”
The twins are splitting into two rooms.
They have shared a room since the first day of their life. First they shared a room at the hospital, and then they moved to a single crib in our house. Later on, they moved to two cribs, side-by-side. Finally, it became two toddler beds that ran the length of their wall.
