As I write this, it is Sunday. The last Sunday as the father of an only child. As an only child myself, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling. I recall as a child, thinking, how great it would be to have someone to play with, to have someone to share my toys with, to have someone take the blame for mixing Drano and bleach using it to cook a portion of the living room carpet, burning it and hiding it with the coffee table.
Today, I am confronted with the reality of Jaxon being not only a brother but a big brother to a girl. I imagine that it will mean something to him that he will be not the only child in our house. He seems as enthusiastic as a someone who found a dollar on the ground. Not to say that he doesn’t share this information with his daycare classmates but as a three-year old I’m not sure that it registers.
Today is unseasonably warm. Wonderful if it were April and not the first weekend in March. I see the initial signs of natural life coming back in the form of cherry blossoms. The heat from the clear day sun warms my neck and shoulders.
This time we’re at the toy park. The toy park is a local institution located in a triangle park. Today, Jaxon plays with one of the dozens of donated toys. On this day, once again shows compassion and empathy sharing the sought after car.
I think he’ll be okay – with is new baby sister and everything else.