They’re at it again

For a good while today The Girl and The Middle One were very content playing together…without me. They were dragging their new boogie boards around the house-giving their stuffed animals rides. (Seems the boogie boards were a great desire until they actually had to use them in the ocean. Now, they’re stuffed animal taxis-safely on dry land.) They were ferrying their various stuffed friends around an entire imaginary town that they also took time to create.

At first I thought I was the luckiest person alive. Finally, having siblings is paying off! I did dishes, laundry, mopped AND drank a hot (yes, hot!) cup of coffee, all the while stopping to listen to their adorable conversations and pretend play.

Then, when I was finished all my chores and they were still playing, I felt a bit like the new kid at school. I was all, “watcha doin‘ guys?” and “can I play too?”.

Then it hit me. Is this it? The beginning of the days where it’s them against me? The days where he lets her in passed curfew and she fields phone calls from annoying girls he doesn’t want to talk to? Oh, boy.

I so want to be worried. I so want to be nervous. I so want to be jealous of the relationship that will surely usurp the mother-is-the-center-of-the-world relationships I have enjoyed with each of them, up until now.

I do feel like I should be sad.

But mostly, I just think I am the luckiest person alive. Because I am the mom of siblings and it is glorious.