Monday, May 23, 2016
Mommy Mondays: Musings on Two
I always knew I wanted more than one child. In fact, my "plan" (hahahahaha) was 3 kids, a boy, then a girl, then another boy.
We joked about our reasons for having another kid
- someone to take care of us when Thatkid ended up in prison
- someone to keep Thatkid entertained
- we needed another tax deduction
But in reality, it was based on our my own personal experience. I knew we wanted more than one child, because I grew up with a sibling. It's what I know. And as much as I didn't always get along with Thatbrother, I can't imagine life without him. A constant ally, someone who gets the same jokes I do, and support when dealing with our parents.
We went out to dinner this weekend with friends who have a baby a month younger that Thatbaby. And they're already thinking of number 2. Except of course when they're out with our group, where the rest of us have 2. Because the reality seems daunting. And in a way it is. On Mother's Day the woman at the table next to us told us she was pregnant and worried about 2, because all her friends warned her of the chaos.
And 2 can be chaos. There are 4 hands for making messes, 2 bodies throwing themselves from heights, and sound is exponentially louder when 2 mouths are making it.
But then there are moments like Sunday morning, when both boys were in our bed, crawling over us and giggling. Playing with each other. Or those moments when I walk into a room and find Thatkid reading to his little brother. Those moments make it all worth it. And we're lucky - the 3.5 year age difference means there are a lot of those moments. No jealousy, independence, and genuine love for each other.
I don't know if I really felt like our family was missing anything when we only had one child, but I definitely feel complete with our two.