The gift of a sibling (and the stupidity of a father)

Our children are getting old enough to play together. Charlie has started walking, and Clara is incredibly tolerant of him. She doesn’t always love the way he intrudes on her fantasy world, but she will often shift that world to accommodate him.

Watching them play together is one of my favorite things.

Last week we took them to Imagination Station, a local children’s museum, and watched them paint side by side. I’m not sure why this moment warmed my heart so much, but it did. Maybe it’s the thought that in addition to their parents, they also have each other.

How wonderful it is to know that your children will always have each other.

Damn good thing I listened to my wife and had that second child. Can you imagine what a jerk I must’ve been to think that having an only child was a good idea?