Just as I don't know where I fit with infertility and parenting, I also don't feel I fit the mold of multiples either. I have twins, but they are nothing like all of the stories of twins.
At the ripe age of 2 1/2 years old, my twins do not even know they are twins or what the term "twins" even entails, nor does their big sister know that her brother and sister are twins, just simply the babies: Eligh, and Kinsley.
I wish I had some fun stories to share of "twinism," but I don't. For those that have those little stories to share, I am jealous. Why do I care you may ask? I guess it is just another reminder that I am misplaced in so many parts of the "norm."
The girls seem to be so much closer than the twins and tend to have a "monkey see monkey do" philosophy.
Kinsley adores her big sister and wants to be just like her. She repeats nearly everything Addy speaks with the constant, "Me too" or "That's my favorite, too!"
"I want to be a princess." "ME TOO!"
When you think of the "term" twins what comes to mind?
I had big ideas of what "twins" would mean and believed very strongly that it was Addy who would feel left out, but I have been so wrong. No one is left out, and more times than not I feel I have a set of triplets running around sharing and experience their lives as one.