I had my first eye exam in more than a decade this week. I’ve noticed my vision getting less and less clear, even given the permanent damage left by this rare pregnancy side effect. As it turns out, the changes I’m noticing are a different side effect. Of turning forty. And even though I’m getting older, I’m not seeing double. But sometimes it seems that I am.
When the boys went back to school this week and I posted this photo, several of my friends reacted. “They still let you dress them alike?” “Their matching outfits are so cute!” “I can’t believe they’ll still dress to match!”
The truth is they do, they are, and they will. Because they don’t really care.
While most of the reactions are positive when friends see my boys dressed in matching outfits on vacation or for special occasions or just at the pool, it now comes with a tone of surprise and disbelief, as if it’s something they should’ve grown out of already.
And maybe they should have, and I get not everyone thinks it’s as cute as I do. But it still makes me smile, and it’s practical. It helps me keep track of them in crowded public places because I only have to remember one shirt color. If one gets lost and I need to ask for help, I can point to the one standing nearby and say, “like him, only taller.” 😆
I had actually expected a day to come when Big Bro said stop, or declined matching little b. So far, little b still likes to look like his big brother. And Big Bro pays as much attention to his attire as he does to the ketchup on his shirt, which is none at all. The first two articles of clothing his hand hits when he opens a drawer are the ones he puts on in the morning. Sometimes, it’s pretty obvious.
As I took that photo to document their first day, I realized it’s the last little shark shirt for Big Bro. Next year, he’ll move up to middle school. Who will little b dress to match then?
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