Dearest Diary,
I’ve been looking back at those years when the twins were between 9 and 11, and it feels like a different lifetime. That was the era of the "Great Transition".
Back then, I was still learning how to move from being the Engine to being the Navigator.
My late 40s were spent in a frantic, beautiful blur of dance classes and competitions. I remember the intensity of one of the twins finding their wings on the stage—and even though I couldn't dance with them, being their emotional anchor was the most important job I ever had.
I look back at the "Logistics of Love" from those years and realise how much strategy was involved. I was writing and publishing three books in the quiet gaps between school runs and rehearsals. I didn't chase the limelight for those books then; I left them to stand on their own because my energy was needed on the dance floor and at home. They were my "quiet victories".
Now, from the perspective of my 50s in this house we worked so hard to plan and organise, I see that era for what it truly was: the birth of the Invisible Shift.
I talk about the actual moves and how I dealt with the moves in previous posts. Such as a new place, a longer wait than I thought and more.
My disability taught my children empathy before they could even name it. It taught them that "I can't" isn't a dead end—it's just an invitation to find a different way. I wasn't "less" of a mum because I sat on the sofa; I was more of a strategist.
The series of being a "Twin Mum" ends in the next one.🌙✨
Love
