This article on MSNBC this morning got me to thinking. Which baby would I prefer to be? One of the identical ones? The unique guy? I immediatedly felt sorry for the one who is different (and got the Sesame Street song "One of These Kids is Not Like the Others" trapped in my brain). Does that mean I am a sheep? Am I not as proud of my uniqueness as I think I am? Food for thought.
My friend, with whom I just shared this interesting tidbit, was instantly sorry for the mother. I can't believe that thought didn't even enter my mind? What is wrong with me? I can hardly manage two who are two years apart. May God be with all of them.
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I actually released an identical secret faux-prayer of thankfulness to the ones I release every time I come across multiples....it goes something like "Better her than me thank goodness."
Just think, as the unique boy it'll be really easy to efficiently tease your brothers - "You guys are short! Ha ha!"
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