Since B started preschool, every day when we pick her up she tells J how much she missed him, gives him a hug and kiss, and then chatters with him all the way home. It makes me happy I had them so close in age. Most of the time they get along and play and hang out together.
And then a fight breaks out.
Right now I am listening to J scream at the top of his lungs because I made him share with B. He’s ticked. Ticked or not, it is her turn with the dinosaur toy. I have to give them time limits — usually 5 minutes — with a certain toy or whatever and then I make them switch. Normally, this works like a charm. Today, not so much.
In less than 5 minutes, they will be back to doing something darling together.
When I was a youngin’ and had to share with my rotten siblings it would make me mad as a hornet too. Esp if I had to share something that was rightfully mine. Something grandma bought for ME. It was mine yet I had to share it with them. Them. The little ones. The sticky handed ones. The slobbery drooly little heathens.
LOL!
Now I love sharing with my siblings. I no longer think of them as rotten, sticky, slobbery, drooly, or heathens. They are actually all pretty freakin’ awesome.
So I know they will get to that point one day. They won’t fight as much. They will enjoy helping one another. They will defend each other.
But, for now, a dinosaur toy is a means for WWIII to start in my living room.
I will miss these days. I know I will. But sometimes I feel like locking myself in the bathroom. Ha!!
PS: B is teaching J how to hop on one foot while they watch Barney. See… less than 5 minutes and all is well again. Kids!!
I’m still hoping to grow out of this stage with my brother…glad to know that the day will come!
Honestly you’ve brought back memories of me with my sibling. We found like crazy when we were little but now I truly treasure our relationship.