“Oh wait, there is another baby in there,” the delivery room nurse said to my parents. “But, I only have one stroller,” my mom gasped!” Yep, back in the good old days (circa 1976), ultrasounds weren't used regularly for clinical purposes, so my mom had no idea there were two 4-pound babies in her belly.
Twins share a particularly intense bond. I like to call it “twin power!” Only 3.3 percent of births are twins, according to data from the CDC. I am proud to be a part of this small club and I can’t imagine what life would be like without my twin sister, Heather.
Being a twin is a unique experience. We’re different, but the same. We talk 4 times a day about everything and nothing at all. We have a closet full of the same clothes but in different colors. You get used to being called a different name. We answer to the other’s name, even Mom forgets, or a combo of our names – my favorites are Cleather & Haire.
We have a book of stupid things we’ve done. Yes, there’s enough to fill a book. You know, the things that cause you to laugh uncontrollably - so hard you pee your pants! It started in college and continues to spill into all our travels and adventures. From the time we took a wrong turn and ended up in the line of semis at a highway weigh station to the time we accidentally breached the secure area at the Geneva airport. We like shenanigans too – like the time we took the fart machine into the public restroom.
Our latest book chapters have come from our road trips for First Story. My awesome twin spends her summers off from teaching to volunteer for the non-profit. We’ve hosted 16 team buildings across 3 states for over 500 people. We’ve shot a video in a dumpster, swung on monkey bars, log rolled like we were 5 again and played pranks in the porta-toilet. We've run in turkey costumes, biked in onesies and sledded in tutus. We love a good eating competition, headstand contest or flexibility challenge. We’ll do just about anything for the love of First Story. I guess you could say, it’s DOUBLE LOVE!
I think of all the brothers and sisters growing up in First Story homes playing hopscotch in the driveway, hide-n-seek in the yard and blowing up things in the microwave (that was Heather's fault!) and hope that they grow up to have a sibling bond like Heather and I have. I am glad the walls of their homes are filled with memories…and glad that the walls can't talk!