This is Emma.

She is my older twin, by one minute [;)]
Although, if you asked her, she would likely make it seem like she is much older than her twin brother.
This is Will, her twin, and the baby of our family.

Although just one tiny minute separates my twins in age, miles and miles separate them in development.

Will is autistic.
For the first few years of his life, it wasn’t so easy for me to say that out loud, let alone write it publicly anywhere.
Autism is a hard diagnosis and mostly because of all of the negativity that is readily found online with a simple Google search of the word.
I went through this stage of just…blocking it all out and no matter how many people tried to tell me he was the same happy little boy the day he was diagnosed as he was the day before, I just wasn’t ready to hear it.
All I knew was that my twins would always be… different.

And then, one day, I just woke up.
Yes, sure, Emma is a typical 5 year old little girl,

full of spit and fire, a diva to the core.
She’s a lover of Barbies, baby dolls, and dress-up clothes. She spells her name, loves crafts, tells jokes and makes us all laugh. She’s a finicky eater, preferring sweets and vegetables to any kind of meat and refuses to sleep in her own bed, insisting on ending up in mine every single night.
She loves pre-school, is popular among her peers and is likely that child in class the her teachers describe as “precocious” because, well, she is.
And, Will, he’s not quite so typical.

He loves Winnie the Pooh, Backyardigans, pirates, and more pirates.
And, did I say, ” Pirates”???
He laughs all the time and when he’s not laughing, he’s singing in the most beautiful, sweet voice and charming the pants off of anyone within earshot.
He still wears diapers, sleeps in a crib with a tent and wears special pajamas that zip up the back because, if given the choice, Will would spend 24 hours a day completely naked [;)]
He’s stubborn, and silly, and bites when he means to be giving kisses and his absolute favorite thing to do in the world is spin, spin, and spin…

And while my twins are clearly different from one another and it’s often not like I’m parenting twins at all, having come from a family with two sets of twin sisters, it’s often that twins aren’t similar anyway.
Mine just are a little more different than others 😉

But, then again, some moments, they just seem perfectly “twinny” and that’s awesome too [:)]

Debi is the MoM of 9 kids and blogs over at Who Says 8 is Enough? I am a firm believer that there is nothing in this world that Debi cannot do, and if you have the pleasure of knowing her (even if it’s just virtually, like me), you know that to be true.