We have been having Real Problems in our household lately with the girls constant tattling, fighting over the most insignificant of their approximately 7,394 toys, bickering over who sits next to Daddy, who sits next to Mommy, and anything else you can name. John and I often find ourselves playing right into their little hands, constantly refereeing their little dramas, and there are times it escalates into Weekend of Pure Misery. This happened a couple of weeks ago.
Usually after a Weekend of Pure Misery, John and I will make it a point to talk together about what we’re doing that’s not working. Recalibrate the discipline. Strategize. Why not? I’m convinced that they do. Then it gets better, but we both know that this is just the beginning of many dramas that sisterhood entails. They’re six and three.
Honestly, a lot of it comes from SL (the 3 year old) wanting to do everything her big sister does, yet wanting to be her own person. Hallmark 3 year old behavior, right? She asserts her individuality in maddening ways. And LMG… well, she just needs to learn to let things go and not always have to have the last word in every single matter. (She’s an awful lot like her mama in that regard. Holy crap, can she and I go at it. Especially when I’m not having a very good “you’re the mommy, act like a grown-up” day.) Anyway, nothing illustrates the (recent) essence of their relationship more clearly than this conversation that took place on the way home from Red Robin tonight.
LMG: Can we watch a movie when we get home?
SL: I wanna watcha mooovie!
Me: I think that’s a definite possibility.
John: [to LMG] What do you want to watch?
LMG: I don’t know. I’ll see when I get home.
SL: NO! I don’t like that one!
John and I laughed and laughed. And to LMG’s credit, she, for once, didn’t take the bait and argue with her little sister. Or maybe she did and we were just laughing too hard to notice. I know that this is just the tip of the great iceberg that is having two daughters, but at least this was an argument that we could laugh at.
A couple of my (dozen on a good day) readers are expecting their second child, and like me, their oldest children are both girls. All I’m going to say is that on those rough days, sooner are later you’ll get little gems like this.