I'll do another, longer post some other day about the various inappropriate comments that a mother of twins receives. Right now, I'm still in the process of collecting.
But yes, the reactions that really get my goat are the ones along the lines of 'Oh you've had twins? So...
'How do you manage?!'
' Three kids? Poor you!'
'Got more than you bargained for, eh?'
'There should be a law against twins the second time round!'
And my personal favorite...
'Best of luck!'
So the thing is - I guess it must be the near death experience or equivalent with the delivery last year, or maybe the scare during the pregnancy itself with the late discovery of twins halfway through, or the jaundice when they were born - but net-net, I'm actually extremely, extremely glad to be a mother of three. I especially love the fact that I'm a mom of twins, given that I've always had a fascination with twins ever since the O'Sullivan Twins and the Sweet Valley Twins that I read about as a little girl.
I have three babies, am managing a career and am working on a very important personal project at the moment. Life is full. Overfull at times, but there's never a dull moment. Day before yesterday, I pulled out my dusty old guitar and was singing to the twins and Peanut. Vijay came in and sat down and made the twins do a highly synchronized Gangsta type dance which had Peanut and me in peals of laughter, so much so that I could barely sing. I realized that I may never get up on stage again like I used to in college, but heck, I got my very own audience - in fact, my very own set of groupies, given how the kids clambered all over me later as I lay back on the bed, making me feel like a very willing Gulliver trapped in a highly blissful and endearing Lilliput.
So yes, Mister 'Best of Luck'...
I accept your wishes for whatever they are worth as I turn my attention back to my 'little' family.
After all, more luck is always welcome.