There have been many times I’ve debated the sanity of procreating more than once: pretty much every day from when Lil Diva was about four months old until eighteen months, plus at least once a week every week following that.
It isn’t that I don’t love both kids. I do. I cannot imagine my life without either one.
It was more to do with my frustration, predominantly on The Tackler’s part, about sibling rivalry.
He was so mean to his sister. Every. Day.
This the same child who was once the sweetest boy.
Then shots of light shone through the dark.
Moments, tiny ones, of happiness, laughter, and harmony between the two.
Then slightly longer ones that send me running for the camera to remind myself, while they might not get along, they do seem to love each other.
Sure they’re fighting five minutes later.
But the moments in between are so sweet.
And I am very thankful for them.
Do your children get along or do you feel like a WWF referee all day?