With my younger son turning two in a week, there’s a been a newfound focus between my wife and I in watching how our boys interact. We run for the camera when they’re holding hands or sitting in the pull-wagon together, calling out to the squirrels. We watch a playful pillow fight with glee until one of them pops the other nearly across the room. Watching the growth that goes on is a bit addicting. You can mentally chart the developments - the younger one running into the older one’s bedroom to wake him up in the morning; the older one helping the younger one get snacks down from a pantry shelf that’s too high. It’s cliche, but sometimes you wish that time would just stand still.
My wife and I are both very close to our siblings. My brother lives locally in the DC area, her sister back on Long Island. There’s a strong tug that goes on to see it through that your own children not only get along, but form unbreakable sibling bonds. But you can’t will that into your children and into their personalities. You just try to set the right environment and hope for the best. Repeated stompings on a neatly built Lincoln Logs set might cause tears, but isn’t likely to cause long-term damage. At least that’s what we keeping telling ourselves.