A Study In Contrasts, Twin Style

They are the yin yang twins. Always have been. Even before they were born. She was Mighty Miss, dipping and twirling and punching, while he was Mellow Man, nestled comfortably under my ribs, tucked as far as possible from his sister’s busy body.

She was born kicking and screaming, he asleep. She’s the gas and he’s the brakes.

The surprise is not that they are so different, but how their differences play well together. 

She is always running wherever we are going, clambering onto the jungle gym or into the arms of whoever we are visiting. He takes his time, his head swiveling to take in the tiny mushrooms in the park grass, the construction truck at the stop light, the rippling plastic bag caught high in the tree branches. She runs with the pack, gathering friends with her charm and momentum. He sits back and observes, happy to create his own games, selecting friends prudently. She started talking almost immediately, words and sounds jumbled together but no mistaking her pressing need to communicate with the world around her. He didn’t utter much more than a well-rehearsed raspberry until he was well past the age of 2, each word enunciated the best he could and chosen judiciously.

As a parent, as a new mom, as an observer (which us new moms tend to be), I wondered if they would be friends, if their opposites would conflict fundamentally with what it means to be family.

But it works.

They take turns being vulnerable, shoring up their own feelings to offer strength to the other in times of crisis, such as a doctor visit or class. They comfort each other in tense moments. They sense the other’s discomfort or uncertainty and quietly reach out to comfort them, no words needed. 

On a recent morning on the way to the High Roller, a giant Ferris wheel of Plexiglass cars that fit 40, they were thrilled about the day's adventure, if not a bit pensive. As the giant structure loomed overhead Jack said something quietly in the backseat. Morgan offered to hold hands on the ride. He said he would sit next to her, too, if she got scared. They reached across the car seats and held hands, satisfied that they would be safe. They had each other to lean on.