I still can’t believe we had twins.
When I was 15 years old or so, my sister and I made a “twin power transfer”, which supposedly passed the future of having twins to me. Why did we do that?
Our grandpa is an identical twin.
Before we were educated on twins and genetics, we thought that all twins were passed down, skipping a generation. So, since mom didn’t have twins, we figured one of us would. My sister didn’t want to and I did, so we made the “transfer” (aka hold out our hands in front of us and touch hands and scream out “twin power transfer”). Hey, we were kids.
However, we learned it actually doesn’t work that way.
Identical twins, which my grandpa and my daughters are, fall into the random category. Any woman can have identical twins. After the egg is fertilized, it can split because it becomes weak, and thus two genetically identical babies are formed. Fraternal twins, on the other hand, is genetically passed down by women who happen to release two eggs instead of just one during ovulation. And it doesn’t necessarily skip a generation either.
Fun fact: men have nothing to do with twins. It’s all up to women and our weird bodies.
Educating moment aside, I honestly cannot believe the irony that I would end up having identical twins and my sister would have only one little girl. I guess the moral of the story here is be careful what you wish for.
Being a parent, especially a mom, is also weird. In a good way, of course. It’s weird watching a part of you grow up outside your body (times two for me), watching a miniature you roaming around and learning the very basics of survival. It’s weird how you love this little drooling thing more than you love yourself, having this feeling of fulfillment and pride in a tiny screaming machine. I’m a firm believer that everyone can and should do whatever they want in their lives, but those who go through life without being a parent are missing out on a phenomenon.
I’m not even sure what my point is, but take what you will from my ramblings. I just love being a parent and watching River and Lydia grow into toddlerhood, hitting milestone after milestone, learning new words, understanding what we’re saying (I asked River if she wanted to go to time-out for hitting her sister and she proceeded to walk to the time-out spot and sat down).
In this crazy, brutal, and cold world where things are very uncertain and not guaranteed, I’m sure of only one thing: I adore having twins, and I wouldn’t ever want it any other way.