I wonder sometimes if it would have been better to just have one kid because all of this bickering just can’t be healthy. From my perspective, it looks like they really can’t stand each other. But there are moments that change my mind.
The last time we flew somewhere, the two of them sat on the floor at the flight’s gate and made up stories for an hour. There was no fighting, just two kids keeping each other amused. It took all of my will to keep from asking if the gate agents were pumping tranquilizers into the air.
And the other day when we were driving home from school, I snapped at the Boy for reasons I can no longer remember. “You didn’t have to yell at him,” his sister said.
It took all of my will to keep from snapping back, “because you’re the only one who gets to?”
Adrienne Martini is a freelance writer, instructor at the State University College at Oneonta, mom to Maddy and Cory, wife to Scott, and author of “Sweater Quest.” Her columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/parentingimperfect.