Originally I thought having children close in age would be ideal. Then the reality of it set in and the long, hard road of raising two rambunctious boys began.
There were days I didn’t think I would make it.
I still have those days.
You can’t know when a child will come into your life or what they will be like. I imagine life would be pretty boring if all of us could control the gender and type of children we could have. I’m guessing there would be a lot of us who would choose one mild-tempered girl and one even-keeled boy.
Where’s the fun in that?
I’ll take knock-down, drag ’em out, spunk-tified Full Speed and T.Puzzle any day.
Is it bad that I’d prefer to take them to a sound-proof, padded coliseum (not the Metrodome, I really do care about their safety) and let them run free?
I didn’t think so. If any of you spent an afternoon in a confined space with them, you would completely understand.
So, by the roll of the dice I happened to have two boys close in age that are giving me a run for my money.
The positive to this (and yes, there actually is a positive) is that after nearly four years of coexisting, they are becoming the best of friends.
Granted, best friends who periodically beat the tar out of each other, but best friends nonetheless.
I know they will always be brothers.
I hope that they will always be friends.