Sometimes as a parent the sibling strife seems to dominate our existence.
Stop fighting. Let him use it. Come on, can’t you agree on a show? You don’t treat your friends like that.
Until I feel like the referee more than the parent.
Then sometimes you catch a glimpse of some sweet interaction. A conversation about a funny video. An invitation to go out together or to give a ride somewhere. A sharing of a special treat. And, perhaps my most favorite of all, a shared raucous laugh coming from a room where two siblings sit on their own. It’s like music to a mother’s ears to know they are communing and having a special moment that isn’t forced upon them by me. Of their own accord they’ll hang out. Converse. Commiserate. And it is in these moments that I take comfort knowing they will indeed have each other their whole long lives.
For these moments I don’t even mind being the butt of their inside joke.
Did you see Mom freak out over the smallest thing? Can you believe she was singing so loud in HEB? What the heck is up with that dance move she does? She’s crazy.
Just this week I spotted this card that one child made for another’s birthday. We all love you. What sweeter words could a mother see from one sibling to the other?
It makes me feel that the kids really are alright. And though the sibling squabbles are loud, I can choose to amplify the love.
And if they thought I was crazy before, how crazy will I seem now when they are mid-squabble and I whisper to myself, “we all love you.”