Let the games begin! Michael and I are not only Mom and Dad (Papa to the kids), but in recent weeks we have earned new titles, referees.
My kids are only 2 and 5 years old, but they are already fighting and defining their territory and space.
Whether it is for food, a certain television channel, a chair and so on, they have decided they want what the other has. Each of the boys are determined to be the one who gets their way.
They also fight over who sits on my lap. My answer is always, “God made me with 2 legs, one for each of you.” This usually calms them down and each of the kids gets a designated leg, luckily they are not picky about who gets which one!
They also fight over who gets to be carried on my husband’s shoulders. The solution was for Michael to workout a little more and carry them both simultaneously.
Sibling rivalry is a natural developmental stage and it was inevitable for us to experience it. We knew that one day it would come knocking at our door, but we did not expect it to arrive this soon.
One minute Massimo and Rocco are the best of buddies and in an instance they can suddenly turn on each other. We try to tell them that we love both of them equally and we are not picking sides.
I still remember my fights with my older sister. Some of them would end with heavy tears and hair pulled from the roots! We would fight over clothes, being in the front seat of the car (there were no car seat rules when we were kids), who got the larger piece of cake and so on. We were each other’s worst rivals, yet closest companion and friend.
Some siblings never get over the rivalry and they bring it from childhood, to adulthood, till death. Luckily, my sister is my closest confidante and I am glad we have outgrown the sibling rivalry. I am hoping it will be the same for my boys.
I see the love that Massimo and Rocco have for each other. When they are not fighting they are playing, hanging out and enjoying each other’s company.
I know that this sibling rivalry stage will eventually end. Like most parents in a similar situation, my husband and I just have to be loving and patient referees. I am hoping that the boys will eventually be the best of friends, like my sister and I are now.
For the time being I might just follow my Dad’s footsteps and get them boxing gloves. I have faith that Massimo and Rocco will figure things out for themselves!
I hope you have a happy day today!