Seeing Double

“Do you know what it means to be a twin?” I asked my four year old cherubs. They’d never met other twins and had never questioned why ‘share’ was the first word they learned over ‘mine’. I’d thought they’d had some inclination as neither could identify themselves in portraits instead asking, “Which one is me?” Taking for granted that only one of them had to try on an outfit at the store, knowing if it fit one it would fit the other. At times this brought on a brief spat as to who had to be the model, though luckily despite being a mirror image of each other, their personalities had much variation and one was more the fashionista and more accommodating.
I expected them to reply that someone looked just like them or they shared a birthday but Yasmine replied with a nod, “One of us was in your belly and one of us was in Daddy’s belly.” After tempering down the vision of my husband toting huge swollen ankles while holding an aching back from a protruding belly, I informed my girls that neither one of them had taken up residence in their father’s belly for those 35 weeks. I was taking all of the credit for that.
Furrowed brows and thoughtful expressions forewarned me that detailed questions about the birthing process were about to follow since I’d shattered this perception. I thought of deterring the subject to something safer, perhaps identical baby dolls as Jeremy at daycare had clarified the mystery of the matching girls with two baby dolls of the same making declaring ‘this is Yasmine and this is Laken’.
“I know why Yasmine is older than me,” Laken declared. Now twelve minutes might not seem like much, but if it’s all you got to gain reign as the big sister you’re going to hold onto that title with all of your might. Again I waited with baited breath and thought furiously how to avoid the demands for details about how they came out of my belly button. (A lie, of course, but they were four, neither I, nor they were ready for the real story.) Once again, I was saved. “Because I wasn’t ready to get up, I was still sleeping, “ Laken said with certainty as it was a known fact that Yasmine was a terrible sleeper.
Perception is reality and my four year olds were quite content with their definition of twins. In fact neither of them seemed to think much of it. They just accepted it, which was a surprise for two girls who never tired of the word, ‘why?’ So I summed it up the best that I could, “It means you’ll always have a best friend.”

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11 thoughts on “Seeing Double

  1. Piper

    That is adorable! I’ve never thought of that as an explanation for twins, but I guess that works too. Wouldn’t it be nice if that really was how it worked? Might have been a little easier on you. I loved your blog.

  2. Nancy Jardine

    I had friends at school who were twins though they were totally non-identical. One blonde, one dark.I did fun things with one of them and different with the other. I don’t remember any stories from them about one coming out of the daddy but I can imagine which friend that would be for one definitely favored the father in looks, the other their mother. So lovely to see them cosying up together. Long may it last.

  3. Maureen

    Thanks so much for visiting ladies. Kids do say the cutest things in their innocence. I hope to capture much of it. And, oh! If only men could share in the pleasures of childbirth, lol.

  4. Marilyn Yarbrough

    I’m a twin. My sister and I were best friends until High School. Then we wanted our own identity, but the last day of every high school year, we dressed alike and switched classes. Our friends knew, but none of our teachers every caught on.

  5. Vonnie

    You have an unending source of blog stories here, Maureen! The great thing about kids is we learn as much from them, as they do from us.

    Good luck on later answers to the “where did we come from?” question!


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