So here we are. Another Siblings post.
My boys are celebrating another month ‘birthday’ and today they are twenty-three months old.
Twenty three months already!
100 weeks and 2 days of living with these two fantastic little creatures. Twenty-three months of being someone’s mama. Twenty-three incredible months of watching two tiny babies grow into little boys.
And just one month to go until they leave their second year and enter the third. Go from one (still a baby) to two (a real, bonafide, toddler).
- They’ll be eligible for their own seat on a plane (horrors — the thought of paying for four full price seats fills me with dread).
- We’ll have to pay for them to enter some theme parks and attractions.
- The local soft play will no longer be free.
My Twinkles are growing up fast — although they are still two little dots!
My boy and I are both short-arses; neither of us are from lofty stock. Both sides of our family are vertically challenged; me standing at 5’4 — in my stockinged feet — and Dickie at 5’8 (and a half
which is incredibly important when you’re Lilliputian in stature). Needless to say, my Twinkles are not the tallest boys in the nursery.
But, as my nanna has always said, small things come in lovely packages. And that’s certainly true in this instance. They are gorgeous little boys, with infectious personalities.
And this month has seen a real shift in their development.
They’ve settled in so incredibly well at nursery. They are so happy to go each Tuesday and Wednesday mornings — I
almost feel a bit gutted — that perhaps they should be a little sadder to say goodbye to me!
I took them to a playgroup today with a good friend, who’s happily just moved into the next village. She has a son a month younger (and about a foot taller!) and it’s lovely to know that our boys are going to be growing up together.
Cosmo let go of my hand almost straight away. Scoping out the room – checking out the toys. Bertie stayed close to me; held my hand and didn’t stray too far initially.
For forty minutes or so they played totally independently of each other. Bertie made a Valentine’s card for his daddy. Sat happily, sticking and colouring. Looking up occasionally to check that I was still there.
Cosmo played with other children, boldly went and fetched toys he wanted to look at and played, literally, across the other side of the room from us.
Until I gathered them together for a drink and a snack and then, it was almost as though their favourite friend had just arrived. None of that awkwardness that other children have when they come back to a friend they played with earlier (and yes, I know they are brothers but to watch them was just gorgeous). They had such an affinity with each other; delighting in each others company and creating ridiculous games that no-one else was involved in. None of the children in the hall were playing ‘together’ — they were all playing alongside each other. Apart from Bertie and Cosmo.
I’ve written about ‘Tandem Play’ in children before and funnily enough it was in last years Siblings post for February!! You can read about that here.
Anyway — I digress — it made me realise what a special thing it is to be a twin. And how lucky they are.
All the other ‘siblings’ in the nursery were babies and preschoolers. They had nothing in common at this stage in their lives (apart from their parents). And whilst some of the other children of the same age had friends in the room, their relationships were not as well rounded or natural as Bert and Cosmo’s.
These are the moments that make being a mama of twins so special. That realisation that my two little sons are so very fortunate. They share a magical bond with another person.
An incredible, invisible thread that draws them together. Inextricably linked with another soul.
Two little people. Independent in mind, body and spirit; but part of a pair.