There is no doubt my children are their own unique individuals. Their distinct personalities can be represented by their typical dispersion at the Children’s museum. Josie immediately runs to the play kitchen and garden. Mia makes a mad dash to the art table and Marcus is at the driver’s wheel of every pretend car in the vicinity. After that, Josie checks in on the barn animals, Mia does a little fishing and Marcus begins to chase the girls around with dinosaurs making an awful roaring noise. Josie will pretend play at every opportunity, saving teddy grahams before they are whisked away by the dragon in her milk glass; Mia loves pretend play also and will often follow Josie’s lead but as soon as Marcus stomps over pretending to be a T-Rex, Mia will happily toss aside her princess to wrestle him to the ground.
I recently decided to cut Mia’s hair short. Whereas Josie has thick wavy hair, Mia’s is fairly thin and straight and she hates it in her face. Grammy did a fabulous stylish toddler cut and it fits Mia’s personality to a tee! The individuality is great, but I have to admit I’m a little nostalgic as my girl’s “matchy, matchy” days come to an end. To make matters worse, the girls now often pick out separate clothes, whereas they use to always pick out matching outfits. Josie loves her boots, Mia prefers her Converse. Essentially, they are already discovering their independence from each other, which is fabulous for them but a little sad for me.
But all is not lost! They still have an incredible bond that never fails to take my breath away. There have been a few days I’ve had to keep one of the kids home from preschool due to illness but have sent the other two. Each time, the child left behind is constantly asking where the others are. Just the other day, Marcus insisted the girls were upstairs sleeping when they were actually at school. Even though I told him repeatedly they were at school, he still insisted on checking their rooms “mommy, I can’t find the girls, where are my girls?” he asked after seeing their beds empty. Later, when we went to pick them up from school, the girls ran out of the classroom and immediately gave Marcus a huge bear-hug ”Marcus, Marcus, we were missing you!” It was one of those triplet moments we moms of multiples treasure!