Travel with Smiles

I am reminded today of my first time to take a trip on an airplane. I was 21 years old. I had become a skin care consultant-as I liked to call myself- for Mary Kay cosmetics. So had my twin sister. Their annual convention was in Dallas Texas, and we had decided to invest in our career and attend.

That’s the sequence of success you know. Decide to do something. Recruit your sister. Buy the right clothes. Get a cute briefcase. Get matching office supplies.

All the better, this job included travel! What a treat!

We get dropped off at the airport, and I am actually feeling pretty nervous. My husband wasn’t real crazy about me being away, but was willing. My sister told everyone that this was my first flight. We boarded the plane and got settled in our seats.

Once we were settled, my smile grew and grew. We giggled. We laughed. We were going to have a great time. And we did.

Life moved us to a distant state after that trip and our twin travel ceased. We traveled to see each other. We raised kids, we migrated in and out of Mary Kay, we went to college, we prayed while her son was in Iraq, and we cared for our parents as they each faced different illness and death. We walked with me through a divorce. We cried together and laughed together, but we didn’t travel together.

Then after 33 years, we took a twin trip together. We have taken a trip every year for 4 years. It is a treasure I cherish.

Today we are both traveling-She to another country, me across country. We will miss each other. But we have our next trip in February. What a way to warm the Ohio winter and the heart.

Travel safe my sis! See you soon!

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My other half

Being a twin is hard for another person, single born, to really embrace.  You feel complete when you are with your twin, and you are somehow not whole when you are apart.  Without my twin, I couldn’t get through my storms in life because when we are together, I am stronger.  I can face it.  What is around the corner isn’t so scary….

I have identical triplet grandboys and I feel a certain connection with them.  I know how they are connected and will be connected throughout their lives.  Sure, they argue and fight – they are 3 years old now – but when they stand – they stand touching each other.  When they “sit around” they flop over one another’s limbs and torsos – without feeling weird about it.  It’s just what it is.  There’s no physical boundary between them because they touched the entire time they were developing.  They know no different reality.  I know that no matter what is in front of them – or how much they “fight” over day to day things, I know that they will help each other through their lives….I believe they came into this life together just for that purpose – to help each other out with the lives that are in front of them.

That’s how I feel about my twin….we came here to earth together to help each other live the lives that we had in front of us.  We came to accomplish a purpose that we would need each other in order to complete.

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Thunderstorm

I wonder if i would like thunderstorms if I were not a twin. That is a funny thing…I do not know what it would be like to grow up as an individual. I do not have any memory of laying in bed at night, alone, and hearing a thunderstorm. Would I have been frightened? Would I have run to my parents room? I just do not know. I didn’t have that situation.

When the thunder would roll, I had Kaye beside me. We would listen together. We often got out of bed and went to the window to see the lightening. As we got older and the family moved into a two story, Kaye and I had a room with dormers. We continued to do the same thing. Each one of our twin beds was under the dormer window. We would open the window, see the rain, hear the thunder, and marvel at the lightening. We had each other to comment to…ohh…ahh…that was a big one!…it was like watching the fire works.

If it was during the day, we would go outside and sit on the patio under the eave of the garage. Our wonder was the same.

Recently we went to West Baden Resort and Spa for our birthday trip. It is a beautiful hotel with a huge dome over the bigger than life atrium. It was one of the 8th wonders of the world at the time to have such a suspended dome. We go to relax and write. This trip a marvelous thunderstorm come through. We were just finishing a nice lunch when we heard the rain on the dome. That was a sound to hear! We had to rush out to claim the big wooden rocking chairs on their surround porch. We were certain everyone in the hotel would be running outside to sit and watch the storm. When we got to the porch, we had our choice of chairs. One family with little children were there. I was delighted to see them. Those children might also grow up to love the storms and not be frightened.

We rocked in our chairs, sipped our wine, commented on the beauty of the leaves as they roll over with the wind, and thought how like life storms can be. All is going along fine, when a storm whips up. Storms don’t wait until you are ready for them. You might sense one coming and try to prepare, but when they hit, they seem to be in control. And like life, it is easier to weather a storm with a friend. Perhaps our storm watching days were preparation for the storms we would face in our lives. Thankfully, we learned to embrace them. Just like the leaves, we may have to give to the current storm a little, but like the roots we can stay grounded.

Reflections

One might think that being an identical twin would mean having identical memories. Yet…we often remember things somewhat differently. That begs the question….what creates memories? The facts? Or our feelings about the facts? Maybe some of both. This will be a memoir blog. Stories…as I remember them..of growing up a twin.