A Lesson

A lesson: I have wrestled with the anomaly of being an identical twin my entire life. Am I one half of a whole? A whole who isn’t original? I went away to college to perhaps try and remedy those adolescent theories, but found myself back home again where I started.

My sister and I are so close, that when we were teenagers, going to the mall together felt like we were there “alone”, as in singular. Over the years our relationship has been tried and tested to its very limits. We have gone through experiences together and alone that we could easily not have come back from.

Thankfully, our bond in the present has never been stronger… except for today. Today, I was brought to my knees  by a picture of my twin sister in the bath with my son, trying to ease his pain and discomfort from an amoxicillin rash.

Something inside me physically shifted, like the final twist in a Celtic Knot. My twin sister was an extension of me. My son was soothed, loved, and having the time of his life in the bath, because not only does he love his Auntie- but he often doesn’t know if it is her or me with him. She was there for him when I couldn’t be today.

F29It took 32 years and a beautiful baby boy to teach me the true meaning of being a twin. We are branches of each other’s love, each other’s strength, and each other’s compassion. I am doubly rooted in this world because of her, and now I understand that my ability to affect change in and on this world is twofold. Because of her. Because of us. Because we are twins.
Love and Light,

Stacie