There are reasons that we had our kids close together in age. My health issues aside, the main reason we chose this spacing was because we wanted them to be close to one another. FireDad’s sister is seven-to-eight years older than him and I am seven-to-eight years older than my younger brother. Until the past few years, I had nothing in common with my younger brother and though I love him and enjoy his company that’s still a big age gap to get over in order to foster similar likes and dislikes and experiences for the sake of conversation. (As an example: if he gives me parenting advice one more time, I’mma sock him. Hi, Bro!)
Anyway, so, BigBrother and LittleBrother are two years, one week apart in age. Almost to the minute as they were both born just after 6:30 in the evening. This, of course, has made my life tough in different ways. Ever tried to nurse a baby and potty train a toddler at the same time? Obviously, I didn’t have enough foresight to predict that would be difficult at best. There are other things, of course, that make me wonder what the heck we were thinking. Though, I have been assured and reassured that even parents with larger age gaps between their children think similar thoughts. Apparently kids make us doubt our ability. (Even with just one, I am so told!)
But then there are gems. Little moments that shine and make me realize that, yes, we went about this in the right way for our family.
The other evening, as the sun poured in our living room window, we sat and played on the floor. As LittleBrother is now an independent sitter, he has been enjoying looking at BigBrother on an almost eye-to-eye level as opposed to looking up at him from his vantage point on the floor. He was happily chewing on some blocks and donut rings. BigBrother saddles up next to him and says:
“Friend. BEST FRIEND! [LittleBrother] is BEST friend! I love [LittleBrother].”
I then ran for the camera, snapped a few pictures and melted into a large puddle of Mommy Goo. A few minutes later I had to tell BigBrother that if he took the donut ring from LittleBrother one more time that I was going to take all of the donut rings and put them up for the rest of the day. But for two minutes that evening, I had a small glimmer of hope for our future. Yes, there will be noogies and mean words and slammed doors. Feelings will be hurt and I’m sure a few fingers and toes as well. But to grow up with a ready made friend? It’s what we wanted.
(This post brought to you by a teething seven month old and a grumpy two and a half year old and a Mommy who needed to find something positive just to get through the day. Remind me again why I thought this was a fabulous idea? Oh, oh yes.)