I have found that having twins of the same gender elicits
pre-conceptions among strangers. There
are two types of reactions: 1) Are they identical? 2) Are
their personalities really different?
Would it be that life was so black and white. Number one, they are not identical and to my
eye, they don’t even look that much alike.
I’ve remedied this by only cutting one of the twin’s hair. Believe it or not, I think the hair is what
was making people think that they were identical. Now I’m getting, “Wow, they don’t look much
alike.”
Yes, the twin experience is different than being a
singleton, but the way this affects their personalities is up for debate. They did share a womb and are almost always
together so this does affect how they perceive and interact with the world
(nurture). But, biologically, they are
the same as any two brothers (nature).
When they are young, it is difficult to keep their identities separate
and distinct and most of us probably fall into the trap of lumping them together
with terms such as “the boys” or “the twins” or in my case, “the monsters” … I
say this in the most loving manner possible (wink, wink).
As far as the labeling of personalities, instead of putting
them in boxes with tidy labels such as “spirited” or “mellow,” it’s more an ebb
and flow of personality and moods. One
moment, one of them will be throwing a fit while the other flits around amusing
himself; the next moment, the roles will have switched. Some of the so-called personality traits can
last for quite a while. For almost the
first two years of his life, Dane was the independent one, rarely needy or
craving affection.
There is also the syndrome known as “I will one-up my
brother.” Yes, the competition starts
early and it not only shows itself in the quest for attention, but also “who
can be the most daring, the most destructive, etc.” This is evident after Dane and
So in my not-so-professional opinion, twins are both unique and ordinary. It’s impossible to deny that twins live somewhat exceptional lives in their early years. I can honestly count on one hand the number times that my boys have been separated. This has to play into their psycho-social development. On the other hand, they are just two little fellas who shared a living space called mommy’s womb. As time progresses, they will develop lives apart from each other and maybe then, they can escape from boxes.
Holy Cuteness, Batman!
Beautifully written, Lis!
Posted by: Jen | June 05, 2008 at 11:48 AM