My husband made one of his incredibly astute observations the other day, as we were looking at pictures of younger versions of our daughters. Specifically, we were looking at this one.
“They’re healthier for being twins,” said my husband, as if stating a basic truth.
I had no idea what he was talking about. If we’d had a singleton, there would have been far less chance chance of the health challenges that come with prematurity. I asked him to elucidate.
“Well, they’re happy. They make each other happy, and happiness has more to do with health than most people give it credit for.”
I had no argument with that statement. As someone with chronic depression, I know full well how our minds can affect our physical health.
He wasn’t done, though.
“We can’t keep up with them and the rest of our lives. If we didn’t have to worry about the house, and cooking, and errands, we could keep up with their energy, but we do have the house to clean and life to manage. They can keep up with each other, though. They don’t have to slow down just because we have to slow down. Because they have each other, they can just keep going.”
J and M are perfectly matched in energy and creativity. They keep up with each other in so may ways that my husband and I don’t. J listens to the seemingly endless flood of details that pour out of M. M can run, jump and climb for as long as J wants to, especially now that they each have a lofted bed in their room. There’s no temptation to plunk them in front of the television when I can invite them to create a new imaginary world in their room.
I know that for many twins, maybe most, the adage that they’ll always have someone to play with is far from true. With ours, though, it is right on the money. My husband is right–M and J are healthier for having one another, in body and mind.
In what surprising ways have your multiples impacted each other?