AND THEN THEY WERE
50!!!
Happy birthday to
my twin son’s… 50 years! Wow
It doesn’t seem
like that long ago that I brought you home from the hospital.
It has been a ride
for sure. See with twins there are two
kinds.. Identical and Fraternal, and
thankfully mine where fraternal.. I had
visions of feeding the same baby twice thinking I fed both of them.
But mine were as
different as night and day.. and still are.. One was dark brown hair… and the
other is blonde… One is taller than the other.. Those who know them.. and know my other kids.. now confuse them.. but not with each other,
but their older brothers. The dark
haired one looks like my oldest son and the blonde looks like his just older
brother. In fact their aunt was telling some one at the blonde’s wedding that
they were the twins.. when the darker hair one came by at that time.. and
said.. “I’m sorry Aunt Pat, but I am his twin… and they all laughed.
Raising twins can
be an adventure. First off I was reading
about letting them have their own individuality, so don’t dress them
alike.. So I stopped that. Also to have two cakes on their birthday, so
they don’t have to share one cake.
And it has
worked.. even to this day… at the age of
50, they are as different as can be.
Different attitudes, different life styles. And can be closer to an older brother who
looks similar to them. Also said not to call them... THE TWINS.
so it was rare that I ever referred to them as the twins.
When they were
from 5 to 12, they were fight like their siblings but seem more so… Seems the other boys would stop sooner,
because the younger one would give up and the older one won… but with twins,
there is no older one or younger one, so it is a continuous battle.. So I came up with the idea of boxing gloves..
which was kind of a weird results. It seems they would battle back and forth, push back and forth, an occasional punch..
driving me nuts.. but as soon as the gloves came out.. then they decided
neither one of them wanted to fight.. So after a few slugs, and telling me they
didn’t want to fight, I would have them stop. And tell them, then stop fighting
all together.. or I would bring out the gloves. Which would work for about 2 or
3 weeks..
It
has been a great 50 years…. And I wouldn’t miss it for the world.. I am very proud of them.. each one. As I am
my other children. Each has turn out
well, each are great husbands, each are great fathers and do well in their each
occupations.
So HAPPY
BIRTHDAY, GUYS… you might be 50, but you are still my boys…