"My husband and I thought hard about whether to have a second child. One of the reasons we ultimately decided to do it was so our oldest would have more nuclear family members than just the two of us. We also hoped our younger son would eventually become a playmate for our oldest. We had visions of the kids playing quietly together while we slept in on weekends, keeping each other busy while we cooked dinner or had an adult conversation.
And yes, we knew it would be a while until the baby was old enough to participate in playing with LEGO and train sets. However, we held tight to the fantasy of two kids playing together all through my pregnancy, until the shock of going from one to two kids overwhelmed us.
For the first year we struggled with what felt like five times more work for only one more child. We defaulted to a âdivide and conquerâ strategy, and there were long stretches of time when it felt less like we were a family of four and more like we were each parenting âourâ child and just running into each other occasionally at the refrigerator.
Realizing Sibling Bonding Was Going to Take Time
Though weâd fantasized about all the things the kids would do together, we rarely spent time that way. First, none of our 3-year-old’s activities were conducive to having our youngest around. (Sitting through a T-Ball game is bad enough without trying to calm a fussy baby or chase a toddler.) In addition, after about a week the novelty of a baby brother had pretty much worn off for our oldest. After all, the baby was basically a blob that couldnât run, play, or laugh at his jokes, and served only to take attention away from his big brother.
All this was compounded by the fact that our youngest was born during the height of COVID, a time when our oldest was stuck playing primarily with his mom and dad as daycares shut down and everyone stayed inside. And while there are lots of things I enjoy doing with my kidsâtelling stories, going to the playground, or doing art projectsââplaying,â as in sitting on the floor pretending Iâm one of the PJ Masks characters only to be told, âYouâre doing it wrong, Mommy,â is not one of the activities I enjoy.
And yet, I forced myself to play, because if not me, who? Until one day, shortly after our youngest turned 2, when my husband and I found ourselves in the kitchen alone.
âWhere are the kids?â I asked, concerned.
âUpstairs,â he replied.
âTogether?â
âI guess so.â
And then we heard it; the sound of little voices wafting down the stairs. Specifically, the sound of little voices making truck engine noises and giggling. My husband and I looked at each other, wide-eyed. It was the unmistakable sound of our kids playing together for the first time.
“My husband and I looked at each other, wide-eyed. It was the unmistakable sound of our kids playing together for the first time.”
Playing Together Can Be the Start of a Friendship
Giving your child a sibling so that they have a friend isnât necessarily the best reason to have a second child. After all, there arenât any guarantees that your kids will form the kind of close relationship that outlasts childhood proximity. However, playing together fosters the kind of intimacy between siblings that is a key ingredient of friendship.
We all know, however, that forcing our kids to spend time together usually backfires. The best ways to encourage the kind of play that leads to sibling bonds are to provide unstructured time for play, and to notice and promote the activities that get them playing together.
With my children, this seems to happen once theyâve been playing on their own for a while and have gotten their fill of solo entertainment. And as much as I hate the noise level of their favorite activityâracing toy garbage trucks up and down the hallâI try to refrain from interrupting them because Iâm grateful theyâre doing something together.
The result has been nothing short of life changing. Itâs not that they sit and play together for hours on end, but the fact that they do it at all feels miraculous. Hearing my oldest say, âLetâs go play!â to his younger brother fills my heart with so much joy Iâm sometimes afraid it will burst open.
“Hearing my oldest say, ‘Letâs go play!’ to his younger brother fills my heart with so much joy Iâm sometimes afraid it will burst open.“
Week by week, weâve watched their interactions grow, and with them, their relationship. I hear them building things and having conversations that have nothing to do with me. They have inside jokes and their own imaginary worlds. Every once in a while this gives me a pang as I wonder if the day will come when Iâm no longer needed… when my presence will no longer be requested.
For now, though, Iâm sitting back and soaking in the joy of watching my dreams come true as my kids play together.
