Summer is officially here and the ‘Sibling Squabble Showdown’ is in full swing!
So, I devised a plan to combat some of the misplaced frustrations. It was a plan so simple and so easy, it could only be executed by the use of one simple phrase.
Shorty. My lovely Shorty. Super smart, big sister extraordinaire is quite frequently the protagonist of the sibling squabble. Like many older siblings, she pokes and prods, mimics and harasses, and end with the infamous phrase, “I’m not going to be your friend any more!”
I know…all of this is pretty standard behavior for young kids, but the phrase really bothers me. I mean REALLY, REALLY bothers me, so after hearing it for the umpteenth time this summer (is it August yet?) I decided to put an end to this, once and for all!
So, without getting upset or without missing a beat, I gave Tiny the perfect retort…”it’s ok. I’m your friend and I love you anyway.”
Genius right?! So I spent the rest of the day gloating and about my awesome parenting skills!
That is…until the sun rose, and my golden nugget came back to bite me in the bottom!
It started, at breakfast. Captain and I were squabbling over something random at breakfast…in a barely audible whisper Tiny says, “Mom! Tell dad you love him and you’re his friend!” Cold busted!
She hit me again later in the car day after I dinged him for speeding, busted…again.
I don’t even remember what prompted strike three, but once again, I was “schooled” by my youngest. I couldn’t believe it!
So, excuse me while I spend the rest of my week “being the change I want to see.”