Seven years ago today I gave birth to identical twin boys at 36 weeks. And we named them Luke Scott and William Ernest. They spent their first week in the NICU.
Much to our delight and surprise. . . Luke and Will grew
And they grew. . .
and they grew.
Each developing and honing their own personalities and interests and strengths. . .
Luke is sensitive, funny, goofy and witty, and diligent about getting things done. He is a wickedly good Lego builder. He is the best child at seeing that something needs done and doing it. He hates shots and getting his toe nails cut and will scream if either of those two things occur (God forbid they ever happen at the same time). He loves math.
Will is my literal, by the book, “I-LOVE-BUGS” boy. He loves games of all types and can be very competitive. He hates to hear Luke cry and when he is getting a shot, Will will do everything in his power NOT to cry and to tell Luke that it wasn’t that bad. Then he’ll have to leave the room while Luke is getting his-because he can’t stand to hear his brother cry. Will likes pineapple and is allergic to eggs.
And, so my identical but really nothing alike boys are seven. They still love to snuggle with me in bed in the morning even though I told them jokingly that seven year olds are too old for that. They laughed and said that the eight year olds in our family still snuggle in bed.
They love their together time. . .but they adamantly protect what is their own. . .their own classrooms and friends. . .their own personalities.
I forget that they are identical twins until I find myself cheering for Luke during a soccer game and only realizing in an embarrassing minute that the Mom has been yelling the wrong name and it was Will kicking the ball!
I love them more then they know and I after going through pictures of them as babies, I wish I could return just for a moment and scoop them up again knowing now what I didn’t truly realize then. . .they grow and they grow and they grow.