When the boys first asked, I told them families come in all different forms, you have one mom, we're a mom and two boys household and Olivia (one of their young sitters) has two dads. And Kenton, my most talkative of the twins, piped in and said, "and a dog." And that was it. They were three.
Later when Tim came along they were hesitant to call him dad. "We don't have a dad they said," for the most part they were nonplussed. They have tons of aunties and uncles, close friends who love them dearly. We said Tim is choosing you and he hopes you choose him to be your dad. They know their origin story. They call him dad. This is our family's next chapter.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Now also wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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