A frequent question raised to me by strangers is, "Are they twins?" They're referring to Abbey (9) and Megan (almost 8). It's not because they look a lot alike; in fact, sometimes even I find it hard to believe they're related. It's because of their size. For the past year and a half, their height difference has been barely measurable.
We don't make a big deal about it, and try to emphasize the fact that God creates each one of us unique. But every now and then the girls will get into a bit of a discussion about it. Driving in the car with my mom yesterday, one of those discussions came up.
Grandma decided to help out by sharing from her own life experiences, as she is the older (but smaller) sister. My aunt is thirteen months younger, but was taller than my mom from quite a young age. Grandma talked about how she always wished to be taller so that people would stop assuming she was the younger sister, and how my aunt always wished to be smaller so people weren't always commenting on her height. But ultimately, they are both just right the way they are.
The kids listened in the half-attentive way that is their nature and were ready to move on. Grandma shrugged, leaving the discussion for another day.
But not until she said one final word on the matter. Only I heard her mutter under her breath...
Anyway, I'm smarter than her!
Ha! Just goes to show that sibling rivalry never quite dies. And she who gets the last word, wins.