Tuesday, autumn 2010.
Once I wrote I wasn’t sure about being ready to change the long distance race that is raising twins for the marathon that is raising three children. But when I did that, it was already too late and I was pregnant with Renzo. After him, I popped out another two kids and I didn’t care – or worried – about being maybe a bit too late to do so. Leighton had lost Sam because of me, I wanted to make him happy and I just… love kids myself. But now that I have so many children at home and the years are starting to show their weight, I’m starting to have second thoughts.
One might say I wasn’t right by naming Maximiliano and Tomas as I did. I should have made it the other way around, since it’s Tomas, which in aramaic means “the twin”, who commands his brother, Maximiliano – “the greatest” in latin. Tomas is the one who wakes up first and he makes sure everyone knows it, crying angrily for food. By the way he cries, it seems like if he haven’t been fed for weeks! Maximiliano follows Tomas with a 15 or 20 minutes delay: just after awaking, he usually keeps quiet playing with his own thumbs and only after realizing that Tomas is crying his strength out, he joins… but it seems most like a compassion action. Maximiliano cries less passionately, even when he’s really hungry. The fact is… it’s not yet 5 am and I’m up dealing with my twin boys. I start by Tomas and when he’s finished I go over to give the bottled formula to Maximiliano. By the time Maximiliano is finished, Tomas is demanding attention again: he needs either a diaper changer or wants another bottle.