Don't forget to say...congratulations

I go back to St. David's a lot. It's the hospital where the twins were born, the place where I have had all of my cancer surgeries and the home of the Breast Cancer Resource Center. I am running there at least once a week while we plan Graphic 4: the Art Bra Fashion Show to benefit the BCRC. But that's not what this post is about.

Each time I swing around the drive to pull into the parking garage, I pass the main entrance to the hospital. And each time, almost any hour of the day, there is inevitably a new mom waiting to leave the place with a newborn infant in tow - eager to position that stupid, ungainly baby carrier in the back seat so she can sit next to it and ooh and ahh while some husband, partner or chauffeur drives them home. There are balloons, there are smiles. And each time I see this, I still cringe. It's been almost 5 years, my twins are healthy and thriving and it seems like eons ago that they were born 3 months early and so very, very ill. Evan called them little grey squirrels at just 2 lbs each. And the hardest day of my life up until now - even harder than cancer, even harder than finding out that Zelda was born blind, and perhaps rivaling the pain I felt when my Dad died - was the day I left that hospital without my newborn twins. I was so pissed off that day. I was so angry at those other happy moms.

My friends and family were wonderful. They brought food, they brought flowers but they were afraid. We were afraid. They tiptoed around the questions about the "non-perfect" children, they mourned our "loss" of an idyllic birth experience...And it was hard. It did suck. Our friends were reverent and concerned and worried about us and the babies. I loved and appreciated all of them for it despite my feelings of guilt about going into premature labor and overwhelming post-partum depression.

But the other day, I ran into a friend. He and his wife just had a baby born with Down's Syndrome. I looked at him and smiled knowingly. I asked him how she was doing, empathized over the lengthy NICU stay but most of all I said "Congratulations! I am so happy for you and your wife and your new daughter."

We are so lucky. I am so lucky to be a mom. Whatever the experience, whatever the birth, please don't ever forget to say those words...they mean more to the parents than you'll ever know...tell them "Congratulations"...

franglais...

So, as most of you know, the twins attend a French Immersion Montessori Preschool that we lovingly refer to as Ecole. This is year #2 and they'll be there for one more year before kindergarten. There are 3 teachers and less then 20 kids - it's a great, loving and nurturing environment. It's also funny when I tell people that's where they go to school, because then they expect Creed and Zelda to just start spitting out French. One has to remember that although the teachers only speak to the kids in French, the students are American (or at least half) and communicate effortlessly in English.

Creed and Zelda understand pretty much everything that I or their beloved teachers say to them. They answer questions and easily follow directions. They automatically respond with "Merci" and greet with "Bonjour". If I say, "Fais voir ton visage" to Zelda, she lifts her head and smiles. If I ask, "Ou sont vos chaussures?", they'll scurry to put on their shoes.

But the aspect that I am loving the most are Creed's questions, requests and interpretations. His half French/half English. His reference to particular objects only with the French word. His Franglais...

The other day, upon spilling some popcorn in the kitchen, he ran up to me and asked: "Mommy, may I have the balai?" That would be the broom. And then "How about the pelle?" Dustpan. He shook Evan awake the other day, "Daddy, I want to see your travail!" Show me your work!
And finally this morning while gathering his supplies for Ecole, "Hey, where's a grand bag?" As opposed to a petit...

Et alors, ca marche, cette histoire....It's fun to watch the way their little brains process and interpret language. It's interesting to think that they're not translating as one does when learning a language when later in school. Hopefully we'll keep doing this with them...at least until they start to complain - in French, of course.