Our twins identities are not the only ones we have to worry about fostering for individuality. What am I talking about? Well I lost my identity twice. Let me explain.
The first time was when I got married. I lost myself in my husband so much that I wanted to spend every single moment available with him. He had to MAKE me go spend time with my girl friends. With many ups and downs, it got better after a few years. But I had to realize that even though we are “one flesh” that we were still two different people and I needed to extend myself beyond “us.” We got happier after that point, but I never really fully recovered.
A month before our fourth year wedding anniversary, I lost myself again. This time it was when the twins arrived…. arrived very early. This meant I had to drop out of my life to be with them while they fought to survive in the NICU. We all finally came home over 3 months later but my very being was wrapped up in caring for them day in and day out. It was necessary I know, but that extended time of forgetting about me took its toll. It comes as no surprise that once things started getting back to “normal,” I was very lost. Every time you add a child to the mix of life, especially two at a time, it is a huge adjustment of learning how to re-balance life. I needed to heal myself again. More
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