Two Years In: What I Know Now

Two years into mothering twins, I’ve learned that resilience isn’t always loud. Sometimes it looks like quiet progress — a baby who gets fitted for a helmet, a toddler who climbs the stairs without help, who suddenly says 5 words in one day. Oak and Ash have taught me that growth doesn’t follow a straight line. It loops, it pauses, it surprises you.

I used to read every article about preemies with a knot in my stomach, bracing for the worst. But now I watch my boys run, climb, and giggle through the house, and I know: they are not defined by their early arrival. They are defined by their joy, their strength, and the way they fill our home with light.