Over the past few months, our children have made numerous attempts to kill (or seriously maim, or severely hurt the feelings of) each other. The Kaiser and Hayden have been pals since they were 9 months old. That’s… a lifetime. I mean, they’re four. They have no recollection of an existence without each other. The boys learned to walk together, began speaking together, worked through toddler (un)sharing together. Their first day of pre-school, they walked through the doors hand-in-hand. And yet, like any relationship, there’s tension, misunderstanding, passive-aggressive bitching. You know. A three-year friendship has brought it share of ups and downs. And downs and downs.
Karen and I have cut back on playdates because they ultimately resulted in tears or screaming. We’ve let them take some time off, make a few new friends, enjoy a little personal space. So when we began soccer together on Monday, I was anxious. Funny thing, though — while they may hate each other (and sometimes, they really do), they stick together. They encourage each other. They laugh and fall and share water bottles. It’s almost creepy.
Things will, of course, continue to evolve, and I have no idea where we’re going. They may be lifelong friends. They may grow apart. What they have now, though, is pretty damn good.