Dickensian Wisdom

Charles Dickens said it best in the opening line of his period fiction A Tale of Two Cities. He wrote:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. 

It is my sincere belief that Mr. Dickens wasn't really writing of the French Revolution.

I think he just became a new parent to twins.

There is no better way to describe the insanity and clarity, love and hate, pure bliss and sheer madness that has described our days as a family since our identical twin girls' arrivals, than the lines above.

Being a parent is no doubt difficult in whatever form, singleton, foster, adoptive, or multiples. It's rough. And it may be unfair of me to say, but I feel that it was particularly rough in my circumstance as I was a first time parent....to babies, anyway. And I had multiples.

I knew nothing 'bout birthin' babies. Nada.

And the maelstrom that followed their conception and birth has simultaneously knocked me off my feet and made me stand taller and stronger than ever before.

And the more I've come to know 'bout birthin' babies and life in general, the more I realize I know nothing at all.