The Best Things Come In Threes

Judit Minda was convinced that multiple births skip generations – not necessarily! Here, she explains what it’s like raising triplets, and being one herself...

- Kara O'neill And Lucy Bryant

As little girls, my sisters Sofia, Szilvia and I would joke about how, one day, we would live on the same road, in the same town – so that we could see each other every day. We pictured three identical red-brick houses, with a little garden out front, filled with flowers, where all our children could play.

To most siblings, this would sound like a living hell. But, for us, it was a dream we were determined to make a reality. That’s the thing about being a triplet, though – our bond is so strong that nothing, and nobody, could get in the way of it.

Growing up one third of non-identical triplets was fun. At school, we’d sit together, swapping places in a bid to confuse our teachers (Sofia and I look almost alike). Szilvia was the serious one, while Sofia and I liked to play pranks. Of course, over the years, we had arguments and our parents would have to step in. We’d borrow each other’s clothes without asking, or use a lip gloss that didn’t belong to us. But our fall-outs never lasted long.

As we grew up, we remained close. On Sofia’s wedding day in 2011, her husband, Sindre, even joked in his speech that he wasn’t marrying one woman, but three.