Wow…that’s a title straight out of a mystery book, huh? The story I’m about to recount wasn’t a mystery, exactly, but it’s a milestone of sorts that I don’t want to forget.
This spring, Baby A got an invitation to her friend R’s party. R and A were in the same class. While Baby B knew R, they didn’t share classes together. B was not invited. Baby A wanted to go, and B was tearful. “That’s not fair, Mommy! I want to go!” Hubby weighed in on the situation, saying I should call R’s mom and ask if B could come.
Having read about this conundrum from other twin mamas, I had decided I wouldn’t take that approach. I’m certain R’s mom would have been fine to add B to the invite list, but I wanted A to have her special time with her friend. B quickly conceded when I told her she could do something super-special with Daddy while A and I went to the party.
A week or so ago, an invitation came in the mail for B. Baby A had a moment of sadness when she realized she wasn’t invited, but I reminded her of R’s party…and the super-special time she’d have with Daddy.
The girls have gotten a little wistful when one got to pick out a gift and the other didn’t get to weigh in. And the goody bag given at both parties caused the non-party-goer to be maybe a tiny bit jealous. But two parties down (one for each kiddo, THANK GOODNESS!!!), and I feel like this is the right approach for us.
At the party I attended with B, there was another funny twist. The kindergarten classes weren’t aligned in a straightforward fashion. There were homerooms, and then kids could have different teachers for reading and/or math. Baby A is friends with K, from her homeroom class. Baby B didn’t have classes with K. But when we got to the party, we saw K (who I’m guessing had reading or math with the birthday girl). [Clear as mud, right???]
I know K’s dad from seeing him at other events, so I started chatting with him. We were probably 45 minutes into the party when he said, “Wait……..do you have twins???” Yes, I told him. That’s B, and A is at home.
“And A was in K’s class, right???” Yes. I pulled out a picture to show him the girls together.
“OHHHH!!!” he exclaimed. “I wondered why B wasn’t talking more with K! K and A are usually so chatty!”
Hahahaha!!! It hadn’t even occurred to me to mention the difference to him. Our first case of “mistaken identity” (which I didn’t know to expect with my fraternal girlies), in the books!
(And if I thought Baby A was wistful at not going to the party, hearing her friend K was there was really tough for A to swallow. I’ve gotta plan a playdate to catch up with K. The girls will both enjoy it…and maybe K’s parents will recognize firsthand we have two kiddos. HA!)