Do you want to hear something funny? I was at the park a few weeks ago, and there was this pregnant lady there with one very small toddler. She asked how far apart mine were, and I told her, 14 months. She said hers were going to be 18 months apart. Then she remarked that my kids got along rather well, and how did I make that happen?
Pause for a momentary laugh riot.
Anyone who knows me in real life knows that my kids DON'T get along. They occasionally stop fighting, but that's the exception rather than the rule. They yell and scream at one another, they get into occasional fist fights. They cause damage, to body and property. I'm not really exaggerating.
I don't really know why they love each other one minute, and the next decide they want the same stuffed doggie and fisticuffs ensue. I suspect it's sort of like being married, the person you are with all the time and love the most is also the person that drives you the most crazy.
I had two siblings growing up (I have three total, but I didn't really grow up with the last one, she was born when I was 15). My brother and I, two years apart, spent a lot of time together and fought a lot, but also spent a lot of good time together. Honestly, he was (is) too cute to fight with much. See?
On the other hand, my sister and I, 4 years apart, didn't relate much, as far as I can remember. She remembers me being really mean to her, and I barely remember talking and being dismissive to her, which probably amounts to the same thing. We didn't start getting along until maybe 10 years ago. Better late then never, though, since now she's pretty much my BFF. We are forever connected by a love of babies and coffee.
Here's her with my baby:
And me with hers:
We should've been politicians, we have that baby-kissing thing down.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'd rather have two kids that run the gamut of emotions towards one another than otherwise. There's enough love there that they'll learn to work it out without too much blood. That's my hope anyway.