When One Plus One is Way More than Two
In the beginning, and yes, there was a beginning, I was the father of a single child. I moaned and complained about the difficulties and boredom of being a parent. I made excuses for why I didn’t have enough time during the day, why I didn’t get enough sleep, why I had every reason to be depressed. When the second kid came along, I paid for all those earlier lies, and I paid mightily.
Early on, people often asked, “Is two harder than one?” And I would laugh and say, “Not really.” It was the truth. Aside from