When I found out I was carrying twins, my prayers changed from, “God, please give us a healthy baby,” to “God please give us two healthy babies.” At my 15 week appointment, I walked in certain that baby a was a girl and baby b was a boy and knowing we wouldn’t know for sure for 3 weeks yet. I was wrong on 2 of the 3 counts.
Baby a, laid out in full glory, was Lincoln, if you’ve ever met my Lincoln you’re giggling with me because he is all boy. He is dirt and roots and roughness. The technician said baby a is a boy. I said, “Really?! I was so sure baby a was a girl!” She said, “I’m 1000% sure this is a boy. No doubt. His hands are above his head. He’s stretching, see?” I was like, “Oh, then I’m a boy mom. Baby b is a boy. I think.”
I was right about that. Baby b was Logan. Yawning and curled up. We didn’t even have a name picked out for a second boy. That’s how sure we were. Nathan picked out the name within a couple hours.
I didn’t think I’d find out at 15 weeks on the dot. I was wrong about that.
For the next 17 weeks my prayers changed again. “God make our babies strong & healthy & different.” God is still in the business of answering prayers. It seemed very important to me to petition the throne of God to give me different children, a full array of differences.
They looked quite alike at birth. Aside from their hair color people had a hard time telling them apart. And then, as their hair fell out, people really couldn’t tell them apart. I despaired. I could tell them apart. I spent all day with them, I knew them. I knew from day 1 that God had given them 2 different personalities. It seems vastly apparent now. Our pediatrician’s nurse calls them true yin yang twins.
So I looked into that. Logan is the yin baby. He is gentle, patient, timid, yielding, passive. I’ve always called him my moon baby. He’s always been easy going at night. He’s my little baby. So quiet, but funny. Yin as associates with dark, he’s the darker headed baby.
So Lincoln is the yang baby. The lighter headed baby. He is always in a hurry, focused, active, loud. I’ve always called him the sun baby because he’s happiest right when he wakes up.
They’re so different. Even now, Lincoln is stacking blocks and shouting about it and all smiles. Logan, who is not a morning person (but always chooses to rise with big brother) is sitting on a pillow, holding his blanket, not saying anything. Just waking up.
Just like the moon and the sun, both are needed to make a full day. I need both my boys to make a full life.
I love them the same. I like them different. I appreciate how quirky and sweet Logan is. I appreciate Lincoln’s needs to do things his way and to be involved in everything. They quite complement one another. They’re their own people, but a set at the same time. I frustrates me when people meet them and their personalities clash with one of the boy’s and they say something like, “Odd ball isn’t he?” Or “He’s keeping your hands full!”
I teach first grade. I have a touch of OCD and a bit of anxiety. When have my hands not been full? I’ve got this. I worked through undergrad, I taught through grad school. When have my days not been booked?
Now there’s just extra love from 2 absolutely lovable boys.