Siblings Unrivaled

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y kids fight too much.

They argue over silly things. I’d give you examples, but I just don’t think you’ll be able to relate. If I told you my kids fight over who sits where in the van, or who gets to eat the candy they found under a sofa cushion, you’d just shrug your shoulders. If we owned a dog, I’m sure my kids would argue over who should feed the dog.

Your kids probably fight over important things, like who is going to bring mommy the sofa throw and who is going to unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher.

Years ago, I fought with my two sisters. But that was many years ago, and none of us remember exactly what we argued about. Most probably it was about something semi-meaningful, like who should sell the family’s obligatory box of Bartons chocolate bars for the school fundraiser, or whose Biz skirt was left on the bathroom floor. We definitely didn’t fight about candy. (Of course, when we were kids, my mom kept house way better than I do, so no one would have found candy in her sofa.)

When my kids bicker over trivialities, I console myself with the thought that one day they’ll love each other fiercely. I know they will because I love my sisters Shulamit and Chani. It’s a love mingled with pride and adoration. We may have friends, but our siblings always have our back. I have faith that one day my kids will realize that.