Another twin-inspired conversation…
We had a couple of sunny days here (with winter temperatures) and so hubby and I took the twins for a stroll in the Kaivopuisto park. There were lots of people there walking, jogging, enjoying the cold sunshine. Most people who walked by smiled animatedly at the twins, hidden behind their slightly too large baby sunglasses, and fast asleep.
An elderly woman was climbing up a quite steep hill, on an off-road path. We happened to be pausing at the top of the hill right where the little dirt track joined the pavement. When she reached us, she smiled at the twins and then us.
“How old are they?”
“9 and a half months”
She told us a tiny, tiny bit of her story in just a few sentences. Her identical twins were now 65 and she was 90. When she spoke, I could see her eyes drifting off to a faraway place, mistily. There was joy in her face and I could see the memories jolt back.
There was a small breeze and I could feel something special in the air. I felt like I could imagine her in that very same spot, some 65 years ago. Maybe she had been there with her babies when they were 9 1/2 months old.
Same place, different time…
She stopped at the highest point of the hill and gently adjusted the babies’ blankets. Looking out, the Baltic sea was sparkling at her in the spring sunlight. She smiled to herself, happy, and took a deep breath of salty air. “What will my babies be like when they grow up?” she thought. It felt like an eternity to their adulthood.