When I went from a mother of one to a mother of two, my life changed. Sure, the first one caused a major change up. But two, wow. I’ve been stretched in ways I never knew I could be – physically and emotionally!
That said, we are already starting to enjoy the good parts of having two kids –and it’s so worth it!
My boys are one and four years old, with birthdays only four days apart. And already I see that special bond emerging, the bond that only siblings share.
Nik (the one year old) says a lot of words. But his favorite word is his brother’s name. He runs to his brother in his little toddler waddle. He pulls his hair and grabs at his ears lovingly, as if his big brother were a giant squishy teddy bear.
Rohan (the four year old) loves it. He’s so patient, letting his messy little brother tug at him, chew on his toys and crawl all over him to get to something on the other side. If Rohan is in a bad mood, all we have to do is set his brother down near him, and he’s giggling like nothing was wrong the minute before.
If Nik yells “baaaiiii!!”, Rohan runs to bring him his binky, eagerly popping it into his little brother’s mouth for him.
They hold hands across the backseat of the car, Nik still facing backwards, as I’m driving.
I’m not trying to sell you on having two kids. I know there are plenty of reasons to stick to one (or none if motherhood just isn’t for you!)
But many people who have one child ponder at some point whether or not to have another.
If you’ve grown up with siblings, as I did, you already know all about it. If you were an only child, as my husband was, having two kids can be wondrous. An only child can’t really fathom what it’s like to have a sibling.
Even though right now I feel like I’m in the middle of a tornado, I know it’s temporary. It’s all worth it to know I’ve given my sons the best thing I ever could as a mother – each other.