Generations Law March 2019

The Business Brief

March 2019

March Madness, Year-Round

My Life With Twins

It's a time of year all sports fans look forward to: The thrill of the buzzer- beater, the atmospheric rhythms of school bands, the Cinderella stories of rags-to-riches teams from parts of the country nobody's even heard of. March Madness is a special time to be alive. For me, the chaos and fast-paced environment of the NCAA basketball tournament is something that I can relate to very well. On December 7, 2017, my wife gave birth to two beautiful twins, a girl and a boy, and my life has been a whirlwind of trials and triumphs ever since. I shoot a buzzer-beater every night that I get more than a few hours of sleep, and I get the ball stolen every time I forget to change a diaper, but at the end of every day with my family, I settle down knowing I'm a winner. The ultimate irony began two years ago, when my wife and I were still living in Boston. We were busy living, laughing, and loving life with our one-year-old toddler and were in the middle of debating on whether or not to make the move across the country to Boise. One day, while I was in the middle of taking my final exams in law school, I got the news from my wife that we had another little miracle on the way. In the beginning, there was no indication that it would be anything other than a normal pregnancy. After all, how much harder could it be, having one more shining face around the house? We were nervous but elated to watch our

little family grow. After we'd locked in our plans to move back to Boise, we were sitting around at home one night and my wife started explaining how uncomfortable she felt. Her mother's intuition, and her previous knowledge of what one baby felt like, told her that something wasn't going to be as easy this time around. The next day we went to the doctor's office to get to the bottom of it and were quickly reassured that there wasn't any problem at all. There were just two kids instead of one. The funny part is that my wife could not have been more of a prime candidate to become pregnant with twins. She was the textbook example of all of the required traits: Twins ran in her family, she was tall, she was breastfeeding, and she had recently been pregnant. Now we had to turn around and re-buy all our baby stuff, this time in pairs. After they were born, we would need a stroller big enough for three kids. We would need to feed two babies every two hours while they were in the most crucial part of their growth. We had to shell out for special car seats that could fit three-across in the back. Now, I won't say it was easy, because it wasn't, but I will tell you that it was a miracle we are thankful for every day, despite how many late-night trips we may have to make for formula. It gets a little easier with each passing day. We'll miss these times, I imagine. We plop the kids down in their playpen,

and they go at it. Being a boy and a girl, they fight a lot, but they also have the luxury of a built-in best friend. While they share almost everything by design, I still won't tell them which one was born first. I figure it's better that way; we'll keep it as even as we can for as long as we can so we don't have to deal with any more infighting than they already exhibit. My daughter recently started walking. Her brother isn't quite there yet, but I'm sure the competition will only make him a better walker when he gets there. Between their rivalry, their love, and the whole family's new lease on life, you could say that I know a thing or two about the spirit of March Madness. You could definitely say that.

–Matt Wolfe



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