This school year we made the grand leap to separate the twins for the last year of preschool.
Had you asked me about doing that two years ago, I would have have never considered it. But that was when the boys liked each other.
Now, their personalities keep getting stronger and stronger, as they are forging their way into life. They fight all the time and are so competitive, I tire of refereeing everything from who gets to open the door first to who makes it to the table first. It’s apparent they are ready for this assertion of individuality. I’m really pleased, actually, because it forces me to emphasize their uniqueness.
So, we knew this day would come. Spencer was invited to a birthday party for a boy in his class. Seth was not invited. I wasn’t sure how it would go, but I was pleasantly surprised at the ease of it all. The boys said their goodbyes. There were no tantrums, tears, or even cross words. Spencer and I went to the party.
I wondered if he’d miss Seth at the party or ask for him. Nope. He was perfectly content, playing with his friends.
And Seth was fine, too. He was very matter-of-fact and seemed to understand completely that this party was for Spencer to attend.
And we’re officially heading down that “my-babies-are-growing-up” path.