As the mama of twins, I often wonder how two little beings who shared the same tiny space in my tummy for nearly nine whole months can be so completely opposite. They are THE very definition of being night and day different. If one of them wants to go left, the other one wants to go right. If one of them is freezing cold, the other one is sweating bullets. They seem to NEVER EVER be on the same page, making every day a challenge to keep my head from exploding all over my mom taxi.
One case in point of this yin and yang struggle? The daily commute to school. I swear, if anything is gonna drive me to the nearest bar stool, it is the every day battle of how we’re getting from our home to the kids’ school. I’ve probably mentioned that we live a measly three to four blocks from school, so it only makes sense that we’d buck up and walk our asses on over there, right? If only it were that easy. On the days when I put my foot down and insist that we’re walking, my son does everything but chain himself to the tree in our front yard to protest the very idea of this. As my daughter speed walks way up ahead of us, her brother moans and groans about leg cramps before we even get a block away from our damn house. It’s so excruciatingly frustrating, that I often find it easier to just give in to him and throw his ass in the car. A mama’s gotta pick her battles sometimes.
Another big difference between the two kids is in their athletic prowess. Of the two of them, my daughter just seems to be more of the jock. They had their first basketball games over the weekend, and while my daughter was not at all afraid to go after the ball, my son had many other things on his mind like dancing and sticking his hands down his pants. He must’ve flashed his underwear at least five hundred times over the course of forty minutes time. I’m not even sure if he was aware that there was a game going on. God love him, though, cause the kid still continues to want to try out different sports.
Yet another area where my twins seem to be at different ends of the spectrum is with their friendships. My daughter is the little social butterfly, constantly wanting a playdate with this kid or that kid. If her favorite friend is absent from school, she has no problem finding another kid to hang out with at recess. My son, though, is more of a one-friend kind of a kid, though. And if said friend is missing from school, he chills by himself. And while it breaks my heart to hear him say that he played all by his lonesome at recess, he doesn’t seem to mind it a bit. He is perfectly happy doing his own thing.
I suppose life would be pretty boring if both twins always did the same thing all the time. They are certainly full of surprises, some of them good, and some of them bad enough to make me want to stick my head in the oven at the end of the day. I’m still holding out hope for the day that they decide to be on the same wavelength just for once, and I can feel like I haven’t completed an Ironman by the time my body collapses into bed at night.