When Lily was four she punched a six year old friend of Jake’s in the chest for ripping a toy out of Jake’s hand. “Don’t touch my brodder” she announced. That kid never came back to our house.
Lily was miserable and on the outs last year when the mean girl hormone torched attitude was sweeping the fourth grade. Lily started to play alone at recess. Without thinking Jake pulled his sister into the boy dominated kick ball game and announced “Hey, my sister is all time pitcher.” No one disputed it. Lily was pitcher until the end of the year.
Yes, my kids are tight. I grew up an only child. So this brother/sister connection is a complete mystery to me. I observe their interactions like a ethnographic researcher trying to learn a new Pygmy language. I am shocked by what I see at Target. I might as well be in some Papua New Guinea jungle.
I am amazed when I go to other people’s houses. I once asked a mother of an intense sister and brother combo, four years a part, if she wondered that her older daughter might just go into her young toddlers son’s room and put a pillow over his face while he slept. The venom between siblings astounds me. Jake’s buddy wrote in his yearbook that his greatest hope for the future was that one day he could crush his sister. Hmmm… Ted Bundy in waiting???
I’m curious my dear friends. What’s your relationship with your sibling/siblings like? Comment below.