Z and Baby Bird,
You are fighting, a lot. I watch you fight over who gets to play with the toy broom. Today, you guys have been fighting over your baby dolls. Z, you were mad that your sister had the audacity to feed and change your baby doll. You expressed this with much yelling. Baby Bird, you tried to assault your sister because she was sitting in my lap and you didn’t want Z to have access to your mommy. Sometimes you fight over who gets which baby doll.
My angels, they are the same.
But, really, I am thinking forward twenty-five years in the future. Baby Bird, when you have had your first baby and big sister Z shows up with broom in hand to clean your house for you, cook you a meal and tuck you into bed, I seriously doubt you will still be fighting over brooms.
Z, on a related note, when you are tired and have hands full with multiple toddlers and Baby Bird sends you out with your sweet hubby to the movies while she feeds and cares for your babies, I don’t think you will complain.
It is amazing how perspective changes some arguments.
I hope forty years from now, when I am old and gray that you will both still be fighting about who gets the privilege of spending time with Mommy. I bet perspective changes this too, but I hope not.