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At first, I found this to be advantageous. S. was keen to show the new baby how grown up he was and began to get dressed by himself every morning. He was also very eager to help and I would have him hand me things when I changed a diaper or simply make faces at the baby to keep him entertained (at that age, the boys found each other to be endlessly fascinating). It was good to have a child who was a little more independent, when the little one relied on me for everything.
The stories (in which the poor central character went on to get stuck in a sewer, a bathtub and a sink) were then performed to great acclaim for a parental audience (they really are both bright, funny, creative kids, in my entirely unbiased opinion).
The glow from that morning lasted for the rest of the day, as the boys basked in their success. I knew it wouldn’t last but the fact that this rapprochement had occurred made me very happy.
I want very much for my boys to be friends as adults. My own relationship with my sister is extremely important to me and it means a lot that we genuinely like each other, in addition to our strong sibling bond.
I know my boys will be good, kind men who will look out and care for each other. Saturday’s events gave my hope that they might be friends as well (and successful creative geniuses, too, of course).
So when yesterday morning rolled around, with both boys screaming and in tears (with lots of cries of “He always…!” and “He never….!), I quietly reminded myself of Saturday morning and waited for the storm to pass.
Cross-posted to Mommybloggers.