When we were in Melbourne last September, and mum & dad were taking the kids out with me (while Paul went for his conference), I saw how tiring my parents got and said to them, "You better wish sis gets a girl next time." I secretly guessed that my parents had secretly wished that! Afterall, looking after two grandsons was totally new to them. They had two girls.
This past week I have been lamenting again, why didn't I get two girls instead. If I did, they would be beautiful, they would love to sing and dance, I could sew sundresses for them (apparently ruffled skirts are the simplest!), there would be less screaming, jumping, wresting, punching around the house, and I (and mum, and dad, and Paul) would have more sanity.
But then, I know, only with you around I would enjoy more laughter, more tears, more memories, and for that I thank whoever up there for bringing the two of you into our lives. Would I give up any part of this for a little more sanity? Nope. This works just fine for now.
I also know I made the right decision to have 2 of you, even though it means double the craziness, 3 x exasperation and probably 4x exhaustion. Becos I can see that you are becoming loving brothers (most, er, some of the time) and good buddies. Just look at you.
You must grow up to be the best of friends, ok? And always have each other for love and support.
love, mum.
