Ages ago, I was called to a house where the patient was one third of a tiny set of triplets. Luckily, my kids all came one at a time, and even that was hard work, so I'm constantly filled with awe and admiration for people who manage twins, triplets and sometimes more.
There were twins in my class at school, identical twins. In all the years I was there, I never managed to tell them apart and, slightly embarrassingly, I always called them by their surname, thereby reducing the risk of getting their names wrong. They both studied the same subjects, were in the same classes, took the same exams, and eventually even followed the same career path. To this day, if I ever bump into either one or the other, I still have no idea which one I'm talking to.
One of my biggest fears when my kids were born was not recognizing them. If I walked into a nursery full of day old babies, would I know which one was mine? I liked to hope that I would, but luckily was never put to the test. So imagine having identical twin babies. How do you tell the difference? I think I'd have absolutely no hope. Fairly recently, I've started reading a blog about living life with identical twins in the house, which gives a fantastic glimpse into the chaos and confusion, frustrations and fun of watching them grow up, and hopefully not getting them confused...
Definitely worth a read, if only for the brilliant name of the blog.
2 comments:
Life with Twins, triplets or any higher order is often fun to read about and then you go to bed at night at thank God it did not happen to you. I live it and yet I still have to read about others just so that I can remember, it's not just me....
I have one son and one daughter and they are 13 and 17 and I still screw up their names! I can't imagine if they were twins!
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