Perhaps there's little reason to state this, but just for the record, I wish my twins to be as individualistic as two children born years apart. I'm actually elated that we're having both at once rather than separately. The immediate doubling of our homestead and the destined challenge of the months ahead are equally exciting. I may be 'in for it', but good--life's been coasting down Easy Street for long enough. Our routine needs a shake-up.
There is a tendency to view new twins as Parts 1 and 2 of a highly-anticipated event, and not as two children that happen to arrive on the same day. And so then come the identical clothes and toys and room decor, varying perhaps only in color or personalized name. As if it's so precious to squeeze the newborns into matching pajamas, wrap their tiny arms around identical stuffed giraffes, sit them for the camera, and paste the photo on a twins blog or ship it out to grandma. OK, I'll admit, it may be cute up to a certain age (the twins', not the grandma's). But once the first teeth appear (and long after grandma's disappear) and they start to resemble humans more than cabbage patch dolls, let's try to forget that they share a birthday and start to deem A&B as A&Z.
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I agree with you, and should I ever be fortunate enough to have two, would do the same. We have twins in our extended family who were raised very much as individuals. It worked well for them! :) Their names are NOTHING alike. And they really are very different girls. And they're identical.
I missed so much on this blog, that I had to get caught up. :)
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