I read a post today on a friend’s FB page that reminded me of something that happened when I was pretty far along in my pregnancy with the twins. I’d gone out to dinner by myself, to my favorite Indian restaurant. When it came time to pay my bill, the server told me that a guy who’d been at the next table with his family celebrating his daughter’s 21st birthday had paid my bill. Seeing me there had made him think about her birth and his wife, and he wanted to make the gesture. They had left the restaurant by the time I was paying my bill, and so gave me the space to just have a nice meal without having to even thank them in person. I was so touched. It was so generous.
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Tonight Ted and I went to the first half of a concert on which a friend was playing a concerto. It was nice to get out, and we ran into a musician friend of mine with whom I was able to make some silly musician jokes and giggle. That is good for the soul. I felt quite a bit lighter when we came home.
As we mounted the stairs, I heard crying. Our babysitter had accidentally broken Hazel-protocol and opened the lid of the gummi-vitamins ALL THE WAY instead of just loosening it for her to open the rest of the way. Tragedy and tears ensued. And seeing us, she burst into tears even more passionately. However, after a few hugs I came downstairs to feed the babies and chat with our babysitter, and Ted put Hazel to bed. It went smoothly. And apparently the twins both ate quite a bit of food tonight. We have learned that Joanna likes banana, and Emily likes avocado. They both ate a half of their respective fruit. Maybe that means they’ll sleep longer tonight. One can always hope.
It is amazing how much more inner bandwidth I had to deal with Hazel’s feelings, given a short night out. We left at 7:15 and returned just two hours later, but that was enough to give me energy and help me feel sufficiently centered that I could see Hazel crying and feel compassion for her, but not take it personally or let it stress me out. Time off is good!
CelloMama 