I don't know about you, but sometimes my life feels like a sitcom. I think God puts these times in my life so I can replay them over and over, especially on days that seem to be long and tiring.
One of my favorite sitcom memories is when I bought backpack leashes for our twins. Now, I must confess, when I was single and had no children I would question the parenting skills of women who would put such things on their children. I think that is why God blessed me with twins...after already having a 1 and a 3 year old.
I used to be known around town as "that woman who pulls her twins in the red wagon." When the twins were about 2 years old I decided that my wagon pulling days were over and they should be old enough to walk around on their own. Because there were two of them I thought I would give the backpack leashes a try, then I would at least be able to keep them close and safe.
We made trip to Walmart. I let each of the twins pick out which backpack they wanted. I thought this would encourage them to like the idea of being put on a leash. They could choose a dog or a monkey. They both, to my surprise, chose the dog.
Our first time out with our new backpack leashes was to the Credit Union. Now these ladies at the Credit Union have seen me come in with all four kids for about a year, so they knew us well. Our Credit Union is not very busy. Usually we walk in and get waited on right away. Apparently, because this was our first outing with the leashes, that was not to be the case. This day there was a line. My children, then 4, 3, and the 2 year old twins, did not care for the waiting in line.
After just a few moments the twins must have used their "secret twin communication" because our son decided it would be fun to crawl on the floor and bark like a dog. Why not? He is, after all, on a leash! At that same moment his twin sister decided to drop to the floor and roll and roll and roll. She must have realized that if her brother is going one way and she rolls on the floor in the opposite direction and rolls her leash around her as she goes, that I would eventually have to let go of one of them because I cannot possibly be stretched that far. It worked. I eventually had to let go of one of them and regroup everyone together.
Needless to say, that was the first and last time the leashes were used. The tellers and the customers in the lobby all had a good laugh that day. I walked away with a great memory to play over and over in my head.... oh, and a lesson learned that I should not have judged other mothers when I was single and childless.