Today I found myself staring longingly, with more than a wee bit of envy, as my friend drove off from daycare with her singleton. You see, I was still struggling to get my second born wrangled into his car seat and things were not going well. Meanwhile, her daughter had hopped into her car seat and off they went to start their evening together and I was still in the hot parking lot . . . after a long day . . debating with a two year old the merits of not having mommy arrested for not using the proper restraints while the musical sounds of a whiny hot four year old acted as the soundtrack.
Some days having just one seems like a little bit of heaven. Don't get me wrong, I love with second born little man with such a passion that is amazes me but there are days when it appears that having just one seems oh so much easier.
Imagine it for a moment . . . no fighting over who touched who . . . less demands for attention . . .the joy of having to wrangle only kidlet into a car seat . . . sigh . . .the bliss.
During the early days of Little Man's life, as I slipped farther and farther into the darkness, I found myself wondering if I had made a huge mistake . . . perhaps having two was the biggest mistake of my life. I was overwhelmed trying to balance each of their demands. I struggled to make certain that each of their needs were met as soon as possible. I felt stretched in all directions and I felt like I was failing each of them.
These feelings don't come as often as they used to but there are days when the grass truly does seem greener on the other side.
Of course, there are also days when I know for certain that having two was the best decision we made. They are each others best friends. The Little Man desperately wants to be just like his big sister. Little Miss loves nothing more than cuddling with her baby brother and driving him nuts mothering him.
They have each other and my hope for their future is that they will remain as close as they are now . . . at least the majority of the time!