Sometimes I forget that I have ‘twins’.
That may sound a bit odd — given the fact that I do — but most of the time my boys are so different I just see them as little individuals.
From the moment they were born their personalities were so very defined.
Bertie. Quiet and thoughtful.
Watching — taking everything in. Wanting to see how things work — take things apart. Carrying armfuls of ‘treasure’ around.
He’s a bit of a hoarder; we’ve always called him ‘Mr Trebus‘ after the old gentleman who appeared on that TV programme — Life Of Grime — whose house was literally being held up by newspapers.
Cosmo. Vocal. Emotionally intelligent. Desperate to chat — to be involved with whatever we’re doing.
Always a little ahead of his brother, in reaching the developmental milestones; he’s striding ahead with potty-training and is so quick to pick up new things.
All in all they’ve been different — not only in looks — from the very first moment we clapped eyes on them.
Then every so often, something will happen that will serve as a gentle reminder of their ‘twinness’.
The angle of their heads as they play.
Seeing them running around, they mirror each other sometimes. Not sure whether it’s intentional but it looks to be the most natural thing in the world. Totally unstaged. And it’s so lovely to witness.
I had to ask Cosmo — for the first time — the other day what his brother was saying.
Bert was repeating something, again and again, and I just didn’t understand.
So I said to Cosmo — ‘what did he say?’
He looked at me with a totally level gaze and just told me — in plain English— what I needed to know. I had *almost* thought that he would shrug his shoulders and say ‘I don’t know’.
But of course he knew.
Of course he knows what his twin is saying. Is thinking and feeling. They may look very different — and may have toally different skill sets but they are like little peas in a pod.
My two little sons.
Two sides of the same coin.