For those of you who know both my twin sister and I, most would say we are pretty identical. When we were younger only our close friends could tell who was who, and only the closest of friends could tell us apart on the phone. Our older sisters friends would always ask us to smile because the only way you could tell us apart was by our teeth. Once someone figured out a way to tell us apart, or keep which one was which straight, that was how we were known.
When we were babies we were known as either the “yellow baby” or the “orange baby”. Don’t get me started on why those awful colors were our “colors”, but that’s how it was. That’s how my mom would identify us when she would ask my sisters, “Go feed the orange baby” or “Bring me the yellow baby”. Then as we got older, thankfully, our colors changed. Jamie was always in red, and I was always in blue. As we got older still we spent most of our time on the soccer field or softball field. That’s when my dad came up with the system that I would always always wear the number 4 because there were 4 letters in my name and Jamie would always be number 5 because she has 5 letters in her name. That way no one would ever confuse us.
That’s how it worked most of our lives, not much of an identity, but that’s all we knew and I loved being a twin. So now, when we look back at pictures, we have a pretty good idea of who was who. And in those pictures that we happen not to be in yellow, blue or wearing the number 4, my mom was very careful to mark the pictures so she would know years down the road who was who. At least she tried to be careful.
A few weeks ago I was over at my mom’s and she had a small pile of pictures of Jamie and I as babies that some how managed to go unmarked. She was trying to organize to get ready to start our scrapbooks and needed to know which picture to put in which book. She asked if I could tell. A few I could, but there were plenty left that no one could quite be for certain who was who. We decided in the end that it didn’t really matter what pictures went in which book, even if it was wrong, because no one would ever really know.Well, today I sorta feel like my mom. I was looking at a recent picture I took of Wyatt and couldn’t get over another picture in my head of Dax wearing the same shirt when he was about the same age. Although they aren’t twins, and the obvious difference is their hair, I still better remember to organize their pictures well because one day I may be sitting at the table trying to remember which baby was which! They look so alike to me! What about you?
When we were babies we were known as either the “yellow baby” or the “orange baby”. Don’t get me started on why those awful colors were our “colors”, but that’s how it was. That’s how my mom would identify us when she would ask my sisters, “Go feed the orange baby” or “Bring me the yellow baby”. Then as we got older, thankfully, our colors changed. Jamie was always in red, and I was always in blue. As we got older still we spent most of our time on the soccer field or softball field. That’s when my dad came up with the system that I would always always wear the number 4 because there were 4 letters in my name and Jamie would always be number 5 because she has 5 letters in her name. That way no one would ever confuse us.
That’s how it worked most of our lives, not much of an identity, but that’s all we knew and I loved being a twin. So now, when we look back at pictures, we have a pretty good idea of who was who. And in those pictures that we happen not to be in yellow, blue or wearing the number 4, my mom was very careful to mark the pictures so she would know years down the road who was who. At least she tried to be careful.
A few weeks ago I was over at my mom’s and she had a small pile of pictures of Jamie and I as babies that some how managed to go unmarked. She was trying to organize to get ready to start our scrapbooks and needed to know which picture to put in which book. She asked if I could tell. A few I could, but there were plenty left that no one could quite be for certain who was who. We decided in the end that it didn’t really matter what pictures went in which book, even if it was wrong, because no one would ever really know.Well, today I sorta feel like my mom. I was looking at a recent picture I took of Wyatt and couldn’t get over another picture in my head of Dax wearing the same shirt when he was about the same age. Although they aren’t twins, and the obvious difference is their hair, I still better remember to organize their pictures well because one day I may be sitting at the table trying to remember which baby was which! They look so alike to me! What about you?
3 comments:
Bryn,
That is CRAZY, they do look SO much alike. If I had to guess, I would say Dax is the bottom pic and Wyatt is the top one....I am probably wrong!
I love your story about the colors and then the numbers, your parents were pretty creative and cute with that idea!
Thanks for sharing!
Those pictures do look alike. That is so funny. I guess in that regard I'm lucky I've got one of each! What cute boys you've got!
That was so cute! I read it to my mom, who also is a twin and she thought it as so funny! Although my grandma wasn't that good at putting them in different colors or marking the pictures so she just has piles of pictures that no one knows who is who. My new little girl is the spitting image of my son, and it would be hard to tell who is who if you couldn't see the clothes!
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