I don’t know what it is but it seems that as soon as one says they have a twin, the curiosity factor kicks in. “You have a twin? Tell us more!”
I grew up with two brothers, one older, one technically younger. My twin brother is a mere 3 minutes younger me. These were a very important 3 minutes when we were growing up it gave me the upper hand. Or so I thought. But that’s my twin for you, always a gentleman. He maintains still to this day that he allowed me to be born first (like he had a choice?), and claims that he is really older (last in first out).
As babies / toddlers we had our own language, that apparently we used to babble away in all the time. My mum maintains that we seemed to understand each other very well and there was give and take in the conversation as with any other language. I wonder whether if I heard it now I would understand it.
We went to school together, and did everything together after school. He was my best buddy growing up. We had other friends, but better than that we had each other. We didn’t need anyone else.
Then came high school and we were separated for the first time in our lives as we attended single sex high schools. I missed him. I relished being able to be me, not half of the “twins”, yet I missed sharing so many experiences with him.
Now I am half a world away from him and I miss him every day.
As kids we hated being referred to as “the twins”. We had our own separate identities. We thought for ourselves. We had different opinions. Heck he was a boy and I a girl. If I had a dollar for every time we were asked if our twin was identical. Identical means exactly the same. Boys and girls are not exactly the same, they never can be. But we don’t look like each other. We have had distinctive facial differences since the day we were born. We each take after a different side of the family. I am loud and outspoken. He isn’t. But we both have a fierce love for our children, spouses and each other.
I know that whenever I need him I can pick up the phone and ask him to get on a plane to come to me and he will make it happen (I would do the same for him). I did that once. There was a point in time that I desperately needed the unconditional love of my wombie. And he came.
We don’t read each other’s minds or finish each other’s sentences, but there is a bond there that defies explanation. It transcends the physical and spiritual. A hug from my twin can put right almost any wrong that is happening in my life. I don’t need to explain myself to him, or justify anything. He is just there for me, as I am for him. We accept each other just the way we are.
There is something deeply magical and mystical about being created at the same time as someone else. Growing together from a cluster of cells into human beings. Our bond was created 9 months before our birth – there is no way that anyone could ever hope to recreate that in the physical world.
I am blessed to have received all kinds of unconditional love – grandparents, parents– but, somehow, my twin’s unconditional love for me seems the most powerful and strongest bond I have ever had. Although, since the KoD entered the picture, there is competition for that level of unconditional love!
I am so blessed.