Beyonce’s revelation of her twins’ photo early this morning on instagram—the social media app beloved by mothers and celebrity stalkers alike—was hailed by most of the known universe as a revelatory event.
As she did with her pregnancy announcement gram, Queen Bey staged an elaborate photo shoot. Standing with little cherubs Sir Carter and Rumi in her arms, she looks like a goddess crossed with an Italian wine-maiden and something else not entirely describable by human language, but ineffably her.
Seriously, though, I love the way Beyonce wholeheartedly celebrates her motherhood—mostly, because she continues to celebrate her work as an artist at the same level, topping herself over and over again as a pop star and creative force. I don’t feel intimidated by her beautiful postpartum self, honestly, because I love her assertion that motherhood is freaking amazing and worth championing and being proud of—but not separate from, or detrimental, to the person we are outside of its realm.
Anyway, as I noted when she announced her pregnancy, many things in the world are terrible right now (even mac’n’cheese offers no comfort) so watching the Carter-Knowles family add to their brood is a treat.
Now, let the debate commence about their names: Are they Sir Carter and Rumi Knowles? Or Sir Carter Knowles-Carter and Rumi Knowles-Carter-Knowles? Or something else entirely? I don’t know! Do you know? I don’t think you do, and that’s the point, isn’t it?
Jay-Z also had twins.
