“Quite often the hard way,” is right.
I have two sons who can’t seem to stop fighting. They love each other, sure, but not half as much as they love being right. When they’re not squabbling for sport, they’re looking for new and yet undiscovered ways to irritate each other either because they can, because they can’t stop, or because they simply don’t want to.
And I don’t know, maybe it’s all very normal. Or maybe it’s not, but I’m dunzo being the middle man, the referee, the judge, and the jury in the court of WTF are you guys fighting about now?
Last week I called a major recess. With my husband out of town and my sanity hanging in the balance, I decided that for the next 7 days my kids would have to
fight it out err, work it out on their own.
Without Mom to turn to at the first sign of sibling distress, I hoped my kids would choose their battles more carefully, learn a little something about themselves and each other, or at the very least, gain a little practice in the fine art of conflict resolution.