After all of the complaining I did about my Chris and Sarah’s kids, I guess it was Karma that D’Arcy and I would have triplets. I knew once we brought that basket into the house our lives were going to be hectic. I worried about being able to take care of the boys on our own.
D’Arcy, on the other hand, worried about them being afflicted with his condition.
“What if one of them is a Fae Toy?” he whispered to me in the cab on the way back to the house.
“Is it possible for the condition to be passed down?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Scientifically, I can find no genetic condition for being a Toy. And we’ve determined that it isn’t a disease caused by a bite like that of lycanthropy or vampirism.”
“So it’s more like being a Fairy or a Witch…you just are one?”
“I don’t really know.”
The Fae Toy condition became the furthest thing from both of our minds as we struggled to care for our boys. D’Arcy and I both took maternity/paternity leave, but even not working, we rarely were able to sleep in our beds. At most we caught a cat nap here or there.
When D’Arcy couldn’t put off going back to the hospital, we decided that we needed to hire a nanny or butler or someone to come in and assist us. The best decision we ever made was calling Delia in Twinbrook and asking her if she knew someone to help us. She sent us the information for Maritza, one of her cousins.
Of course, D’Arcy and I didn’t leave it to her alone. He helped out when he was off work, and I stopped taking extra gigs and side jobs and stayed home, too. Luckily, the boys eventually were able to entertain themselves with the various toys around the house. They all enjoyed the walker and playpen we set up. Carter loved to bang on the Xylophone or anything else that made noise. Adam was more quiet, content to play with blocks or a stuffed toy. Ferris seemed to like everything, but most often wanted to be in motion. He was the most mobile of the three, getting himself into all sorts of trouble!
I did keep my regular gig at Performance park. Sometimes it was the only thing keeping me sane. I didn’t care if it was the middle of a blizzard! I always showed up for my performances. Thankfully, people still remembered me and I usually had an audience to perform in front of.
Each one of our boys had his own unique personality. Carter was the charmer. He had D’Arcy’s lavender eyes and tiny ear points, but had my hair color. He always had a smile on his face and everyone loved him. When he wasn’t making noise and banging on things, he was easily the sweetest of the boys always quick with an “I wuv you, mama” and a huge grin.
Adam was the quiet baby. He liked to be held a lot. He had my eye gray eye color, but he inherited my dad’s blonde hair. Other than wanting to snuggle all the time (who could resist his sweet face?) Adam was the easiest of the boys. He rarely cried and was content to play quietly and keep to himself.
And then there was Ferris. Ferris looked the most like D’Arcy, though he had my eye color. He was definitely the most active of the boys. Like Carter, he made a lot of noise, but mostly it was due to one activity or another. Ferris could get easily frustrated and he had no trouble letting you know how he was feeling!
The boys grew up in sort of a blur for me. It seemed like they went from babies in their blankets to toddlers ranging all over the house to little boys in a matter of days, though I knew that wasn’t so.
We held a quiet birthday party with just Maritza as a guest. We could have done more, but this seemed the easiest way. There’d be other times for bigger parties.
I know that I made a lot of fuss about having multiples, but the one positive thing about having triplets is that they entertain each other. We created a play room for the kids where they could hang out and do whatever they wanted. They spent hours up there building thing with their blocks. I think this was their favorite activity.
The three of them also did their homework together. We quickly discovered that both Adam and Ferris inherited our genius for school. Privately, I thought Carter could have been just as smart, but he was a lot more social and therefore didn’t devote himself. D’Arcy and I didn’t make a big thing about Adam and Ferris’ genius…my parents had pretty much ignored that about me and I turned out fine. As long as they applied themselves and didn’t flunk out, we were happy.
Still, being a scientist, D’Arcy had to get the kids a chemistry set. He also got them a work table so they could build things out of scrap metals.
“They love building with blocks,” he told me when I questioned their use of a blow torch and sharp objects. “This is just a step up from that. It will give them a way to really make something unique!”
Ferris and Adam used both items most. Carter dabbled a little, but he didn’t seem to care as much as the other two.
Carter had other interests. He was a natural leader. The other two boys pretty much did whatever he told them to. If he wanted to go fishing or to the park, they all went. And he asked to join scouts, too. Ferris and Adam also joined, but it was Carter who earned most of the badges. And he was really brave. Adam went through a period where he thought monsters were hiding under the bed and in the closet. It was Carter who always checked each night to make sure his brother was safe.
Of course, it was probably Carter who caused the fear to begin with! He liked telling stories…especially scary stories. Ferris knew that it was all pretend, but poor Adam tended to take things too literally.
I began performing more once the boys started school. I especially liked performing at the festivals when the whole family could come with me. It gratified me that instead of hunting eggs or lighting off fireworks, the boys would spend some time watching my act.
“Do the bird one, mom!” Adam always asked. Ferris liked it when I made objects randomly appear.
I never did the more challenging parts of my routine when I performed at the festivals.
It probably would have scared Adam to death when I performed the Vanishing Sim trick or the Swords of Destiny! I would have had to show him how the illusions worked so he wouldn’t worry.
I’d already had to explain how I made coins appear to come out of his ear after he started having nightmares about his head becoming a piggy bank! I didn’t want him to know that the Box of Danger trick that I was currently using in my act really could be dangerous. Well, most of my advanced tricks could be dangerous. I never felt like I was in danger…it was all an act to make my audience more appreciative.
D’Arcy and I weren’t getting any younger, but neither of us felt like retiring from our work. His hair was less red and more pink and I had definite crows feet around my eyes and needed the help of a push up bra to even think of being perky. But we both believed that you are only as young as you feel.
“I was a toy, D’Arcy told me. I’m just happy I get to age and change. Toys that don’t become real just stay the same and are never played with once their person gets too old for them.”
“I’ll never be too old to stop playing with you,” I teased.
Sometimes, however, I couldn’t help feeling a little ancient. Like when I had all of my relatives over and realized that my nieces and nephews are all adults and not children anymore…that’s when I noticed my own age. And then it sort of hits you when you realize that you’re watching your little baby boys blow out the candles on their cakes and turn into teenagers right before your eyes.
When did that happen?
When did Ferris and Carter start going to the gym to work out? When did they both start dressing and primping to impress girls?
Adam still preferred to be on his own. He seemed to be oblivious to his looks, unlike the other two. As a mother I am supposed to treat each of my boys equally, but objectively, even I knew that Adam was the better looking of the three. I suppose it is a blessing that he seems not to care. He could have gotten a big head about it and been full of himself.
I’m a good magician. It took me a while to find my magic, but I now realize that it is more than just illusion and tricks. D’Arcy helped me see that as a teen and young adult. Dare helped me realize it when I showed me what true love really meant. He still shows me to this day.
“You know what, D’Arcy?” I asked him while we were enjoying some quiet time out on our porch (still my favorite part of my house!).
“Magic truly is real.”
“I thought we’d established this with the frog thing and my miraculous decent into old age instead of ratty doll decline.”
“True,” I said, “But the real magic is even greater than that. It’s this.” I waved my hand to indicate all around me.
“This what?” D’Arcy asked, confused.
“This house…this family…you, me. Everything.”
“It’s love,” he nodded, finally seeing my point. I smiled at him, the private smile that was for him alone.
“Yeah. That’s the real magic.”
“Let’s go up to bed,” D’Arcy stood and extended his hand to help me out of my rocker.
“Alright,” I agreed.
It was nice to know that both of us were still so in to each other. The boys thought we were gross, but that didn’t stop us from showing our affection. We may not have had the same stamina we had when we were younger, but we had enough to head up the stairs and put some use to our bed.
Of course, sometimes it’s easy to forget the magic of life when you have teenaged boys who get escorted home by the cops for breaking curfew and you had no idea they were out of the house in the first place! No one likes to get woken up to the flashing lights of a cop car and three remorseful teens.
And the magic and loose a little of it’s appeal when you have boys who think it would be fun to play a practical joke on their brothers causing the downstairs toilet to explode in a geyser of water. Thankfully, D’Arcy has shown them all how to use his tools and he immediately put the boys to work in fixing the toilet and cleaning the bathroom.
And the magic seems a little sinister when you overhear the words, “I’ve got an idea,” from one of your boys and then all of their talking becomes hushed. At that moment, you knew that something bad was going to happen but not exactly what. It’s every parent’s nightmare.
That’s when you wish that magic didn’t exist and that life was more logical.
But boys are boys, as I’ve discovered. Even when they are plotting nefarious deeds, you can’t help but love them.
Even when they go night fishing and decide to put the toads they caught in your pantry so they’d all hop out when you opened it to fix breakfast.
And that’s the magic of being a parent.