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Two is twice as nice as one
|Posted on Nov. 10, 2006|
The connection between the gruesome twosomes otherwise known as twins is said to run deeper than that of mother and child, lovers, husband and wife and even the strongest friendship.
In the 1961 version of “The Parent Trap,” Hayley Mills and herself sang “Let’s Get Together,” classically summing up the lives of twins in a few words: “And though we haven’t got a lot/We could be sharing all we've got/Together.”
Being a twin is the equivalent of knowing the true meaning of sharing.
Twins are supposed to be able to read each other’s minds, feel each other’s pain and take each other’s places, pulling the famous “switcharoos,” dramatized in movies such as the aforementioned “The Parent Trap.” My sister and I are both often amused and amazed at these claims, laughing at some of the questions we are asked on a daily basis, but I have to admit that I believe in a little thing we deemed “twin power” long ago. We share everything, including the same expandable hearts, optimistic spirits, goals, opinions and tastes in music and fashion, not to mention family, a car, a dorm room and every other possession imaginable.
We think the same thoughts, have been known to say the same things at the same time, and may have our own language; one in which we communicate with stares and softly spoken words that no one else hears or understands.
And though “are you two twins, or am I seeing double?” is a phrase I hear all too often, I never place very much emphasis on being a twin. I have never taken my sister’s place, nor have I wanted to or thought that anyone would be fooled, as sometimes it is hard for me to see our physical similarities. I do not tend to use my sister as a mirror, which has been one of the top 10 most frequently asked questions in my lifetime.
I was extremely blessed to be given an instant best friend, often referring to a Hallmark card that I once bought on impulse. On its cover two laughing tow-headed babes in diapers peer through their legs at an imagined audience, finding joy in the other’s silliness. When opened it reads, “You and I look at life the same way.” I have always trailed behind my sister by about two minutes, but have never known what it was to be alone, as she has always been attached to my hip, looking at life the same way.
It is hard to describe what “twin power” is but I would say it involves knowing that I already found my soul mate.
It is a big dose of all-encompassing love mixed in with an inner sense of each other’s faults and the willingness to correct each other’s sentences and stay up all night together if need be. It is dancing when the other needs to shed light on pending issues and release stress and always putting the other’s wants before your own. We like to think that our particular ties were spun even tighter because of our Piscean birth month, which has made us mirror each other in every way or form; I’m the fishy that swims the other way, but we will always share a pool and the same identifying qualities.
We embody the typical definition of two peas in a pod; our love is squared, we happily cause double the trouble and have been known to chew Doublemint gum on occasion en route to having swingin’ times together.
Call it what you want, but we chalk it up to “twin power”. Raise that fist!
Kady Bell, a senior communications major, is arts editor of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.