I know I shouldn't expect them to be the same. I know that down to their DNA they're different. But, that whole born on the same day thing always gets me. The older they get, the more individual they become in every way. From their style in clothes (NO long pants for Ben) to their preference in vitamins (only purple for Mia, please), they're different little people these days. Yet, some unreasonable part of me expects them to react the same, to nurture and care the same, to play and enjoy the same.
We had a fuzzy little visitor to our backyard a little over a week ago which exemplified one of the recently appearing differences. We've noticed lately Mia's need to be in control of situations. Whether this is swimming at the beach or wrestling on the couch, when control is gone, Mia's done. While both are adventurous, only Ben could let go of the need to control what this little guy is going to do. Mia's fear of uncertainty pops up in so many places (think automatic toilets in public restrooms). Willing to give it a try, but unable to let the little guy crawl up her finger. Ben, on the other hand, would have allowed the caterpillar to crawl all over him for hours.
Two songs have been on repeat all summer. One (Werewolves of London) just cracks me up. The other makes me think a lot. Seeing Ben sing all the opposites in the rear view mirror makes me realize what little opposites they are. As much as I want to think of them as similar, they're hot and cold.
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