Having twins is hard work there’s no denying but as I always say having any child is hard so I always try to plough on and take it on the chin but having twins sometimes has its limitations and my capability is pushed to the edge.
We moved house three months before I was due to have the girls and whilst we didn’t move all that far we did lose the ability to pop to the park as at the old house it was literally 500 metres away so yesterday when the husband promised Charlie that he would take him to the park for a kick about with the football as he is football mad lately, I suggested we tag along.
I very very rarely take the girls to the park nowadays purely because it can turn into a bit of a nightmare unless there’s someone else there who hasn’t got their own children as these crazy twins are prone to doing a runner – and not coming back!
But with the husband next to the park I felt confident and forgot how much they absolutely love playing and how I really hope in the next few months that they start learning to grasp that I’m not stopping them from playing – I’m just trying to look after them so they don’t end up in the road!
For identical twins, it’s fascinating to see just how different they are but even more amazingly is how the perception of each is actually very different from the truth.
You see P2 has always been the loudest, craziest and first to do most things (crawling, standing, walking) She is brimming with confidence and if ever there’s a dancing opportunity she’s first on the dance floor entertaining everyone. Whereas her older sister (older by one whole minute!) has always been the calmer, more placid of the two although she has a wicked temper on her as a whole she’s very well behaved and isn’t as chaotic as her little sis.
But at the park again they threw me a curveball as on the older kids equipment there was a little bridge to get to the higher area, it was about 2 metres high and as usual P2 was the first to clamber up with her bravado and excited chattering as P1 took it slow and steady and got there with minimal fuss but when it cans to crossing the bridge – P2 was having none of it. She completely froze and say down refusing to even contemplate during which time P1 has gently stepped round her and flew across this bridge with absolutely no hesitation.
It was fascinating to see as I would have absolutely guaranteed it’d be the opposite way round but as they like to keep me on my toes and whenever I think I have them sussed out they decide to mix it up!
It was lovely to be able to spend an hour at the park with them and whilst I needed the husband a couple of times whilst they went in opposite directions it made me realise I shouldn’t always be put off and as they’re growing up I can do more and need to be braver and not let the stress element outweigh the fun they should be having.
Linking up with the lovely Katie at Mummy, Daddy and Me for the Ordinary Moments