Why Didn't I Have Twins?

I have always said that I am the most blessed father in the world to have my children. Raising them on my own has definitely been a challenge, but with challenges come great rewards. I hope that I can just keep the two of them around long enough to realize this. My son is now 17 and I am so proud of him. He and I have a bond that, although not expressed daily, is there in our hearts. I have watched him mature more and more each day. His sense of humor is second to none. The other night I told him that “Yes Jack we are going to eat together as a family” to which he replied “Dad I promise that if you let me eat downstairs in front of the TV, I won’t do drugs, get anyone pregnant or go to jail”. As he walked down the stairs to the TV, I wondered where he gets this from. Then I looked in the mirror. My daughter who has been the apple of my eye since the day she was born has always been a joy. She has a heart of gold and a smile that stretches from here to eternity. She has never been a problem, just a good kid. That was until she turned 14 last August. I have heard stories of how girls transform at this age but hearing stories and experiencing it are two separate things. The other night Jack asked if we could just “put her down.” There is that quick wit and humor again. What is it that turns little angels into devils at 14? If I have learned one thing as a single parent it is that patience is a virtue. I have become so patient with these kids but my patience is beginning to wane with my daughter. If I tell her that her hair looks great she asks why I didn’t like it before. If I tell her that I love her new outfit she gives me three reasons why it could be better. I bite my tongue and Jack just laughs. His day will come when he has a family, but right now he is finding joy in watching me deal with this. I have decided that it would be great if we could all just have twins or triplets or more! Dogs can do it; cats can do it why not humans? I know that it would be twice the work but at least these little moments of maturity and puberty would come all at once. Think about it, one birthday a year not two or three or four, one trip to the doctor, one drive to school, one day shopping at the, mall and only one parent teacher conference. It would be like a sale at the store. Buy one get one free. As much as that seems appealing to me I know that it is not my reality. Maybe this is Gods way of paying me back for what I did to my parents. I am not sure if Jack and I are going to be able to survive this stage with Michaela or not. What I do know is that starting tonight I am praying that when she grows up and begins her family God grants me just one wish for her when she becomes a parent and that wish is… She has triplets, and all of them are girls! Touché!