Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Sibling Love

I can vividly remember the moment I found out that I was pregnant with my third kiddo. My then 9 month old baby girl was scooting around on our bathroom floor at my feet and attempting to unravel an entire roll of toilet paper. Me? I was desperately trying not to hyperventilate while I peed on a test stick. I immediately watched the plus sign grow darker and darker. Wait 2 minutes, my ass. Try 2 seconds! It was then that I realized I had to stay conscious, if for nothing else, but the baby who was quickly approaching the cleaning products under the sink. If it hadn't been for that, I would have most definitely passed out on the toilet. Growing one baby while chasing another just wasn't in my life plan.

Oh how things can sometimes work out for the best though...

Fast forward to present day. As I sit here intermittently typing and folding laundry, I am listening to my girls play with their dollhouse and giggle. I once feared the extremely small age gap between them. Two in diapers. Two crying and getting up through the night. Two getting into everything and constantly seeking out ways to unknowingly kill themselves. I was one big ball of nerves and stress. Today, however, I realized that despite a somewhat rough and tiresome beginning, my girls are now perfect playmates. My heart melts everytime I see them follow each other through the house and on to the next adventure. Oh sure, they still have their moments - but sometimes siblings can make the very best friends.

Now, if I could only feel this way when they are teenagers. I'm not holding my breath on that one.