“Julia Roberts’ Twins Are All Grown Up — See the Stunning Pics of Her ‘Mini-Me’ Teens

Actress Julia Roberts thinks her twins, Phinnaeus and Hazel, who are now grown up, look a lot like their dad, Danny Moder.

The “Pretty Woman” star and her husband are known for keeping their family life out of the spotlight. However, every now and then, they share glimpses of their three children on social media. When Danny recently posted photos of the couple’s 19-year-old twins, fans couldn’t help but admire how much they resemble their father.

At age 37, Julia Roberts gave birth to twins Phinnaeus and Hazel, both arriving healthy around 3 a.m. on November 28, 2004, in a Los Angeles hospital. Her younger son, Henry, now 17, was born on June 18, 2007.

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Julia has shared how motherhood came when she was ready, saying her kids “chose” her to guide them. Despite sometimes feeling nervous about parenting, she believes she was prepared when they entered her life.

Julia and Danny Moder keep their family private, but they’ve shared sweet glimpses on social media. Julia once joked that Henry used to think “the twins” meant all three siblings instead of just Phinnaeus and Hazel.

Julia has also kept her children out of the spotlight, choosing to protect them from fame’s pressures. Her kids knew she was famous but didn’t fully understand what it meant, though they sometimes saw tabloid headlines in stores, which made Julia feel uneasy. Hurtful rumors, especially those about her marriage, also affected her.

Because of these challenges, Julia and Danny decided to move their family out of Los Angeles to avoid the Hollywood scene. They initially stayed in L.A. for work, but later settled in San Francisco to give their kids a more private life.

To keep them safe from media pressures, Julia has banned her children from using social media. She also sets limits on what they watch on TV and holds family meetings to keep open communication and help them navigate today’s world.

Julia has worked hard to help her kids feel empowered. For example, when Hazel faced challenges, Julia brought her to her first Women’s March in Washington, hoping it would show her she has a voice and a place in the world.

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Hazel is a unique individual, and when she joined her dad at the Cannes Film Festival in 2021, she even skipped makeup, preferring a simple look. She also shares her mom’s love for fashion, trying on Julia’s famous black and white Valentino gown from the 2001 Oscars. Although it didn’t fit, Julia remembered how beautiful Hazel looked in it.

Julia often reflects on motherhood, saying there’s no “mastering” it. She believes parents should seek help when needed, as parenting brings new challenges.

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In 2022, Julia admitted she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness when her twins went off to college, as she never had that experience herself. Although Julia feels her kids resemble her, she sees them look more like Danny when he’s home, and fans agree.

On the twins’ 17th birthday in 2021, Danny posted a picture that had fans commenting on how much they look like their dad. A year later, on their 18th birthday, Julia shared a cute baby photo of them. These “babies” will be turning 20 in late 2024!

Julia and Danny, who’ve been married for 22 years, are happy together and have done their best to protect their kids from the pressures of fame. Based on their family’s social media moments, they seem to have created a joyful and close-knit family.

The Power of Love and Redemption

In a world where family bonds are sometimes tested, there is a story that teaches us the true value of compassion and understanding. It all began when my brother Paul made the heart-wrenching decision to kick our beloved Grandma Eleanor out of her own home because she couldn’t contribute financially. Little did he know that this act of cruelty would lead to a powerful lesson that he would never forget.

Filled with love and loyalty, I couldn’t bear the thought of my grandmother being alone and abandoned. So, I made the choice to take her into my own home. But as Paul’s regret started to surface, I wondered if it would be enough to mend our broken family bonds.

My Brother Kicked Our Grandma out Because She Had No Money Left – She Taught Him a Lesson He Will Never Forget
“Rachel, I can’t keep doing this,” Paul exclaimed, his frustration evident. “She’s costing too much.”

Trying to stay calm, I reminded him of the incredible impact Grandma had on our lives. “Paul, she’s our grandmother. She raised us, remember?”

But Paul seemed focused only on the present, dismissing the value of Grandma’s presence. He saw her as someone who had nothing to offer, someone who just sat there, wasting time on her paintings.

Those paintings, however, held deep meaning for Grandma. And I believed that they could hold meaning for us too, if we allowed ourselves to see it.

Paul dismissed my sentimentality, claiming that he needed to think about the future and couldn’t afford to carry what he saw as “dead weight.” His words weighed heavy on my heart. It wasn’t about what Grandma could give us now, it was about the love and sacrifices she had already made.

As weeks passed, Paul’s coldness grew, and Grandma Eleanor tried to hide her pain. But I could see it in her eyes, the way she clutched her paintbrushes like lifelines.

Then one evening, the moment I had feared arrived. Paul called me, determined to have Grandma moved out.

It was heartbreaking. “Where will she go?” I asked, my voice filled with worry.
Paul’s response was cold and unexpected. “She can stay with you. You seem to care so much.”

I agreed to take Grandma in, but bitterness lingered in my mouth. I couldn’t understand how Paul had become so heartless. I prepared a space for Grandma that felt like home, where she could paint and be herself without feeling like a burden.

When I broke the news to Grandma, she smiled softly even though tears glistened in her eyes. “Thank you, Rachel. You’ve always had a kind heart.”

I held her tightly, assuring her that she didn’t need to thank me. This was her home too, and she was surrounded by love.

The move was swift, with Paul not even lifting a finger to help. He watched from the doorway as we packed up Grandma’s belongings, seemingly convinced that he was doing the right thing.

Driving Grandma to my house, silence enveloped us. But as we pulled into the driveway, she reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’ll be okay, Rachel.”

Inside, my children greeted her with open arms. “Great-Grandma, show us how to paint like you!” they exclaimed, pulling her into the living room where her easel was already set up.

Eleanor smiled, a genuine smile that hadn’t been seen in weeks. “Of course, darlings. Let’s create something beautiful.”

Days turned into weeks, and Grandma Eleanor rediscovered her passion for painting. My children became her biggest fans, always eager to see her latest work. I couldn’t help but admire her vibrant landscapes and remarked, “Grandma, you’ve got a real gift.”

With my kids’ encouragement, Grandma started to share her artwork online. Her unique style and heartfelt stories behind each painting began to attract attention. Comments poured in, praising her talent and resilience.

Then one evening, a message from a local art gallery arrived. They wanted to give Grandma a solo exhibition! The excitement was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but hug her tightly, congratulating her on this incredible opportunity.

In the weeks leading up to the exhibition, Grandma worked tirelessly, creating new pieces and preparing for the big day. My kids pitched in, assisting with selecting frames and writing descriptions for each painting.

The night of the exhibition arrived, and the gallery buzzed with excitement. People admired Grandma’s work, and almost every painting found a new home. She even received several commissions, securing her financial independence.

Standing before the crowd, Grandma’s voice was steady and strong. “Thank you all for believing in me,” she said, tears of joy streaming down her face.

Word of Grandma’s success eventually reached Paul, and he found himself standing at my doorstep, his tone uncharacteristically soft. He admitted that he had made a terrible mistake and regretted his heartless actions.

But Grandma, with a fire in her eyes, made it clear that it was too late for his apologies. She told him that he needed to learn the true value of family, love, and support—something that couldn’t be bought with money.

As Paul left, realizing the gravity of his actions, Grandma turned to me. She expressed her gratitude for the love and support my children and I had shown her. We hugged, knowing that she was finally where she belonged.

Grandma Eleanor’s art continued to flourish, her story of resilience and dignity inspiring many. Her exhibitions became not only an opportunity to admire her beautiful paintings but also a chance to hear her story, to understand the woman who found strength in the face of adversity.

Sitting in the living room one evening, surrounded by my kids eagerly painting at her feet, I thanked Grandma for all that she had taught us. Her strength had changed us all, and she had shown us the true essence of family.

Her eyes sparkled with pride as she replied, “It’s never too late to find your strength, Rachel. And it’s never too late to teach others the true essence of family.”

As for Paul, he was left to grapple with the consequences of his actions. From a distance, he witnessed Grandma’s life blooming without him. It was a harsh lesson, a reminder that true wealth comes from the love and respect we give to those who matter most.

This story is inspired by real events. Although the names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative, the lessons of love, compassion, and redemption are very real. Don’t let materialism blind you to the value of family, for they are the ones who truly enrich our lives.

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