As those who know my men-children will tell you, they are extremely different. Not just in looks but also in personality. They have different friends, are quite opposite in their natural strengths, have diverse interests (except playing sport), have completely different fashion approaches, and like all siblings they fight a lot.
This year a couple of their individual friends moved to a different school together. Not surprisingly new allegiances have been formed amongst these boys, thrown together in a new environment, and as a result new relationships have developed with my men-children. One day I seemed to have one man-child talking about a mate regularly that plays in the same sports team, the next week he’s here with my other man-child and moreover now seems to be a permanent fixture with the latter.
The big surprise came when Man-Child II asked if he could stay over at a friend’s – who just happened to be the BFF (“Best Friends Forever”) of Man-Child I – go figure! I was so taken aback I said he could stay as long as he told his brother first – I thought that was at least fair. Man-Child I didn’t seem to mind at all. And went so far as to lend his twin brother a jumper – yet another first in our household. Trust me normally there’s a complete shit fight over the Bonds jocks, school shirts, footy shorts, Skins, and socks every morning – they just don’t do the sharing thing well at all.
So whilst my boys show disdain for each other often, at least at home, obviously their friends find them both good guys, and maybe not so different after all? Or they enjoy their differences and uniqueness, just as they do with all their friends.
So is this a sign of things to come? A new era of loving, sharing, caring men-children? Based on the fighting going on upstairs at the moment and the charming language filtering down the stairs whilst I write this post, I very much doubt it. But hey, mother of a man-child is always open to surprises. 🙂
Read more about the boys “play-fighting” here: Testosterone Power Surge in Melbourne Suburb
Don’t get your hopes up – the minute you think they’re all playing nicely, it all turns to custard!!! I’ve had 6 calls from the girls in the last half hour to tell me how the other one is not being nice…..MWWxx
I know MWW. This morning was WWIII upstairs amongst the angelic men-children. Not sharing the love at all! And I’m sure one of the new friendships is only driven by trouble…..which Man-Child II attracts like flies to shit.