One of the things I love most about having twins is that these two little boys will have a friend for life, there will always be someone there who knows them better than anyone else. That doesn’t mean that they always get on and as they get older I can see more differences in their personalities. They are still quite subtle and I struggle to explain them to anyone else but I can just feel it. They fight like cat and dog, they push each other out the way to get my attention, trying to be the first to get on my knee. They really let me know if they are having a scrap over a toy and many afternoon I try to cook tea with two whinging toddlers clinging onto my legs.
I sometimes wonder how close they are, as they are young they can’t really express that. Then I realise that they are never far from each other, never away from each other; they just expect that the other one will be there, round the corner, in the next highchair, opposite each other in the bath and next to each other when they sleep. Where one goes the other follows and what one does the other does too. Bear woke up last night and when I went in to settle him he pointed at Boo in the cot next to him them curled up as close to him as he could before going back off to sleep. They take comfort from each other in ways they probably take for granted and they challenge each other in ways I’m sure they will appreciate in the future.
When I found out I was having twins I had several days of pure panic, then it changed to excitement. All the things I was excited for are all the things that are truly incredible about having twins. I love that at this age when they look for one another their brother will always be there.