Listening to our children bicker can be truly exhausting. The high-pitched squeals and loud shouts that emanate from their squabbles seem to resonate through the entire house, and I often find myself envying those parents whose kids actually seem to enjoy each other’s company. However, I remind myself that it’s normal for siblings to argue, snatch toys, and occasionally engage in a playful wrestling match.
Growing up, my brother, Ethan, and I were no exception to this sibling dynamic. From the moment we shared our mother’s small womb, it was clear that a bit of rivalry was in our future. My mother still laughs about how cramped we were, claiming that it might have contributed to Ethan’s slightly pigeon-toed gait. After 40 weeks of close quarters, I made my entrance into the world first, only because he gave me a little nudge.
Things didn’t necessarily improve as we grew up. Sure, we played pretend games of house and school, but I often took on the role of the instigator. I have old home videos showing me spraying him with a garden hose, swiping his action figures, and generally being a nuisance.
As he matured, Ethan learned to stand up for himself. I vividly recall instances where he would retaliate against my teasing by plopping a couch cushion over my face and sitting on it until I gasped for air. It was suffocating, much like the feeling of constant togetherness can be in sibling relationships.
Adolescence didn’t ease the tension either; with hormones and crushes on each other’s friends complicating our interactions. Yet, we persevered. In college, our visits often involved too much fun and enough teasing to keep our sibling rivalry alive. Strangely, as time went on, we began to take pride in each other, and by our mid-twenties, we grew tired of the constant fighting.
Today, Ethan is a wonderful uncle who plays with my children and offers them guidance. We check in weekly about the challenges and joys of adulthood. When our father faced a severe health crisis, Ethan was there, as he was during our mother’s battle with cancer. We’ve matured.
Now, the petty arguments seem trivial compared to the importance of family unity. Supporting our parents as they age takes precedence over any old grievances. So, when I hear my kids yelling, “That’s mine!” at each other, I try to keep in mind how my relationship with Ethan has transformed over the years. I know this phase of sibling rivalry won’t last forever. One day, the squabbling over toys will fade, and they will appreciate each other for who they are.
Eventually, there will come a time when they will rely on one another, especially as my husband and I grow older and face our own challenges. If we continue to nurture a bond rooted in love and respect, they too will come to realize how fortunate they are to have each other. The day will arrive when they no longer feel like they’re being smothered by an annoying sibling, but instead, will cherish their connection.
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In summary, sibling rivalry is a common experience, but with time and encouragement, it can evolve into a deep and supportive bond.