One thing that families with only one child miss out on is the camaraderie, and coinciding lack-there-of, between their children. To be honest, sometimes I look back with something more than just fondness for the days when my oldest child had no one to fight with. Of course, the rare times he actually plays with his siblings makes up for that wistfulness on my part. But I have three kiddos which means that there are just a whole bunch of relationship dynamics happening at our house, compounded by my own capricious moods. However, the relationship most fun (and torturous at times) to watch unfold, is between my 6 year old daughter and 3 year old son. For the most part, they are best buddies.
I have three siblings and I know we never fought like my kids do. If we had, I think my mother would have maimed us. She wasn’t the type to tolerate such shenanigans, that is for sure. And for the life of me, I can’t figure why they think I do. Oh yeah, that’s right. I’ve already lost my mind.