Amblin' Alameda: Twins!

Amblin' Alameda: Twins!

Morton Chalfy

It's 4 a.m., and the alarm goes off. Normally I’m an early riser, but never this early, so it’s a very important reason that gets me out of bed and moving purposefully. I’m heading for the airport to catch a flight to Southern California to get the first in-person look at my two new great-grandchildren: fraternal twin boys, Jack and Robbie, along with their older sister, Michelle. I can’t wait.

To my surprise at this unusual (for me) hour, there are lots of cars on the road and the airport is full and busy. Most of the travelers seem to be going on business trips, though some, like me, are visiting family. The trip is uneventful except for the ascent through the cloud layer, which seems akin to flying blind. The entire coast is covered by the marine cloud layer, which looks from above like a white ocean with mountaintop islands rising from the mist. The descent, again through the clouds, makes me happy that modern aviation has electronic aids to facilitate visibility. When we break through the clouds and see the ground it is a real relief to those of us who haven’t experienced this before.

Less than an hour later, after renting a car and figuring out how to operate this new generation of vehicles, I arrive at the home of the boys. It has to be said that the birth of these two boys set a SoCal record for weight of a single birth event. Between them the boys topped eighteen and a half pounds - seemingly mostly cheeks - and now, two months later, they’ve doubled in weight and look like they should be walking in a couple of weeks.

Grandfathers are famous doters and great grandfathers even more so, but these kids are so cute that no one could fault my emotions of pride and happiness. Their unused feet, their sudden smiles that reveal dimples and extra chins, their cheeks that cry out for pinching (very lightly) and their general new baby aura of promise and hope is enough to gladden any heart. Their big sister is loving and playful with them and is learning how to be a useful help to mom.

Children are the future and one’s own progeny is the direct projection of oneself into that future. In truth, all children are the children of all of us, and project the species into the future in all our names but one can’t help feeling a bit more connection to one’s own.

I feel extremely fortunate to be privileged to share the joy of these kids and to be honest to be able to avoid all of the work. Watching my granddaughter care for a 3-year-old and twin newborns just re-emphasizes who has always done the most important work of the human race. Mommies are the foundation of our lives and one day a year of appreciation is laughably insufficient. Mommy appreciation days have to go on all the time if we are to express the reality of the debt we owe to the mothers of our society.

Politics and medicine may be the face of civilization, but Mommies are the most important members of the race. We’ll know we’re truly civilized when every day is Mother’s Day.


Submitted by Carol Fairweather (not verified) on Tue, Nov 11, 2014

Congratulations, Mort!!!