Of all of the things I’m most proud of in this life, it’s the relationship between my children. They are the very best of friends, and though they do disagree on occasion, most of my day is spent watching them play. When we drop Sunny off at school, the little guy cries out for her. “Sissy. Where Sissy go?” And when, at the end of the day, we pick her up he exclaims “Sissy! I here! I miss you!” When we take her to dance he presses his face up against the two way mirror, three tiny matchbox cars in hand, starring, watching, shouting “Sissy!!!!” So much of his life will be spent chasing her from one activity to another, until his activities finally outweigh hers. Where she walks, he follows. Who she loves, he loves too. What she says, goes. I do believe his “Sissy” is the most influential person in his life. I couldn’t have predicted this. I couldn’t have known that my children would be soul mates, but I should have guessed it. I do feel a little like the main character in The Notebook, when at the end of the book she finally realizes she only has moments to enjoy being back in her normal state. How much time do we have? That is to say, how long until the fights start, and the I hate you’s begin, and the get out of my rooms take over? I have made a conscious choice to enjoy this, for as long as we’ve got.
