Aug. 26

Second day of school We rode together. Today, I wanted to try a different (safer?) route, but the kids wanted to stay the course with their old route. I made K come with me on the new one, let J go on the old one. I didn't hear the end of it all day, even at bedtime, K was still upset that life wasn't "fair" because Jason gets away with everything, and I don't discipline him enough, whereas I discipline K more. Tears fell. It's hard being the youngest. I know. I was one too. I was not unscathed. I was scarred. Luckily, the stormy relationship with my brother got resolved once we became adults, in particular when my mom died while we were both in college. We knew we needed to stay close, and we have. I hope my kids end up becoming friends, but hopefully not because of the loss of someone they both love, but because they truly like each other. How could two people who I love so much, not love each other?