Twins Blog: Long Absence
June 03, 2011, By Josh Katzowitz 0 comments
Noah, however, showed me something different. When I bent down to his stroller to look him in the eyes, he saw me, did a double-take, gave me a huge smile and started excitedly flapping his arms and legs. He remembered me—was thrilled to see me—and it warmed my heart.
The next morning, my daughter gave me a similar reaction. I walked into her bedroom to wake her, and as soon as she laid eyes on me, she screeched in pleasure.
But what was more disturbing that night at the airport was how much the twins had changed in the 168 hours I hadn’t seen them. They looked bigger. They looked older. They performed new tricks (her screeching, and his increased ability to sit up without help). They looked just a little different.
I can’t imagine having to travel for weeks at a time when you have two infant children. Sure, I miss traveling across the country for work (ah, expense accounts at expensive steakhouses, how I’ve missed you), but I prefer working from home with my babies nearby.
Sometimes, I walk outside to get the mail, look at the sun on its stretch run for the day, and I think, “Man, I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve been outside today.” I don’t always love that feeling. I don’t always love the fact I work out of coffee shops occasionally because I…just…have…to…get…out…of…the…house.
But I still get to see my growing children every day, and that’s pretty special to me. A week away from them only reinforces that notion. I don’t want to have to wait seven days to see them again. I don’t want them to forget me anymore. I’ll try not to let it happen again.
