twenty four
I remember it like it was yesterday. Friday the 13th, 1992. Bill Clinton had just been elected President of the United States. We were living in Bellevue, NE. A scheduled C-Section. The look on her face when the resident said that she thought they could be delivered naturally. Thankfully, the Dr. came in, and by using his hands, showed the resident that one of those girls was laying side to side, and a natural birth wasn't going to happen.
As it turns out, she was first, thus the oldest. Five minutes later, and they were both on their way in this world. Compared to their brothers, they were small. 7 lb 4 oz for Isabel, and 7 lb. 2 oz. for Esther. Of course combined, they made for a lot of baby.
When they came home they were inconsolable in their separate cribs, and only settled down when next to each other in the same one. They are identical, no matter what one might think now, So identical, that we put initials on their feet, and when they washed off in the tub, we had to take them to the doctor's to determine which was which. (or did we? evil maniacal laugh)
Fast forward twenty four years.
This is the hard part. I haven't spoken to them directly since July. The why doesn't matter. I struggle with the lifestyles that they have chosen. I won't lie. I may not understand, but that doesn't mean that I don't try to. I was shocked at how they looked seeing them over a year ago at Ben's wedding. I am trying. Of course they are not the only ones that I worry about.
I have grown a lot in the last few years. And while I do see things differently, I still fall back at times on old understandings. Seeing the world not as Christ does, but as a Pharisee would. I think I am getting better. Life has taught me that.
I just feel at a loss, family-wise. To make choices between this one or that one. I know where I stand, but that puts me at odds with others.
It is interesting that the one that I have been most isolated from has actually had contact with me. She has been very helpful in my understanding of these varied lifestyles. While I don't agree with them, or think that they are okay, I am starting to find my footing. Thanks Fiona.
I am so happy with Brandon, and Jessie and Paul. Ben and Tausha are amazing, and how Ben has grown is equally amazing. I have so enjoyed my times visiting Rexburg and doing stuff with Callie. I haven't interacted much with Phillip, but he is working, and that is a good thing. I love all of them, but today is a special day for two of them. (okay, 20 minutes from now is the day.)
Happy Birthday Isabel, Happy Birthday Esther. I love you both.
As it turns out, she was first, thus the oldest. Five minutes later, and they were both on their way in this world. Compared to their brothers, they were small. 7 lb 4 oz for Isabel, and 7 lb. 2 oz. for Esther. Of course combined, they made for a lot of baby.
When they came home they were inconsolable in their separate cribs, and only settled down when next to each other in the same one. They are identical, no matter what one might think now, So identical, that we put initials on their feet, and when they washed off in the tub, we had to take them to the doctor's to determine which was which. (or did we? evil maniacal laugh)
Fast forward twenty four years.
This is the hard part. I haven't spoken to them directly since July. The why doesn't matter. I struggle with the lifestyles that they have chosen. I won't lie. I may not understand, but that doesn't mean that I don't try to. I was shocked at how they looked seeing them over a year ago at Ben's wedding. I am trying. Of course they are not the only ones that I worry about.
I have grown a lot in the last few years. And while I do see things differently, I still fall back at times on old understandings. Seeing the world not as Christ does, but as a Pharisee would. I think I am getting better. Life has taught me that.
I just feel at a loss, family-wise. To make choices between this one or that one. I know where I stand, but that puts me at odds with others.
It is interesting that the one that I have been most isolated from has actually had contact with me. She has been very helpful in my understanding of these varied lifestyles. While I don't agree with them, or think that they are okay, I am starting to find my footing. Thanks Fiona.
I am so happy with Brandon, and Jessie and Paul. Ben and Tausha are amazing, and how Ben has grown is equally amazing. I have so enjoyed my times visiting Rexburg and doing stuff with Callie. I haven't interacted much with Phillip, but he is working, and that is a good thing. I love all of them, but today is a special day for two of them. (okay, 20 minutes from now is the day.)
Happy Birthday Isabel, Happy Birthday Esther. I love you both.
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