Don’t panic. I have been watching alot of “One Born Every Minute” genre programmes, but I am not about to start procreating again at 58 years old.
I’ve been motivated to think about this in relation to someone I know vaguely, and something I have just come to understand about them.
If you were born a twin, and of course grew up with that person with whom you shared the womb, your mother’s breast and probably nearly every moment with, how do you find your soul mate and how will that soul mate ever be “good enough” or “fit”?
I can only imagine it must be incredibly hard to find another who fits you so well. One who knows you inside, shares your thoughts (even knows what you’re thinking/feeling) and (I imagine) will always be there for you no matter what. How does your future partner/husband/girlfriend/wife ever stand a chance of making it to the finishing line?
I have only ever “worked” with one of a pair of twins, and I know how difficult that relationship was for her. I have some understanding of how hard it was for her when her “other half” found a soul mate and made a family with him. How much she compared herself to her twin sister, and compared herself unfavourably.
I know that quite often twins are referred to as the oldest, or the youngest and I wonder how much this impacts on their future. Even though we’re normally talking about 10 mins older, does the oldest go on to do older sibling stuff or be given older sibling status and all that that entails? I know it’s probably completely out of awareness, but assigning sibling roles, even to twins, can map out the the plan for the rest of their lives. How many of us singletons end up following the paths our parents assigned to us as babies/toddlers. It seems unfair, if it’s true, that the older twin becomes assigned older sibling status and all the responsibilities that might include. What about the younger twin, are they infantilised by their parents, are they treated slightly differently?
That’s my thoughts, I wonder what the answers are. Maybe if you’re a twin you can comment and let me know.
Meanwhile, here in rainy France I am beginning to believe that summer is really over. Tant pis.