The way I see it...

There’s good and bad that goes with having not only a set of twins, but also four children. Something has been bothering me for a while and I’ve tried to hold it in even though it’s been driving me batty and irritating me. I decided that I’m going to share with you what’s been bothering me. Apparently, people don’t feel the need to filter what comes out of their mouths. Ever since the twins were born it’s been, um, interesting when we go out into public.

It seems that when people see twins they feel the need to make a comment. When people see you with all four kiddos, they really feel the need to make a comment. It never seems to make a difference if it’s a man, woman, older person or younger person, the one thing that people always say is, “Wow. You sure have your hands full.”

Am I being overly sensitive? Maybe. At first it didn’t bother me too much, but it’s seems like whenever I’m at the grocery store or wherever, people say those words. And that’s it. It upsets me I guess. I think people are being rude, even if they don’t see it that way.

I have to tell you that the twins are troopers and they have never been screaming at the top of their lungs or anything. They have actually been quite content every single time the “you have your hands full,” comments occur.

Why don’t people say things like, “Look at your blessings…” or “I bet there’s a lot of fun at your house…” or “Aren’t you lucky?” Because gosh darn it, that’s how I feel. Blessed. Lucky. And despite the chaos sometimes (or almost always), I really and truly feel like it is so much fun.

On the flip side, I love that when you have twins, everybody has a twin story to share with you. Everybody. Maybe it has to do with the job I have, where I love to talk to people and hear their stories, but I don’t mind listening to people at all.

I get things like, “I have twin granddaughters.” “Are they twins? I always wanted twins!” Or my favorites are things like, “My mom’s sister’s second cousin’s brother is a twin.” Truly. I hear some crazy stuff, but I love hearing those stories and how much they make me smile. It’s like people want to be part of it or connect with you.

I guess it’s like everything in life; you take the good with the bad. Some days in the Burdorf household are easier than others. But, if there’s one thing I know for sure, every single day, it is always, always, always worth it, but that’s just the way I see it.