My son and daughter were fighting yesterday, in that little kid kind of way. Telling each other how bad they smelled, chasing each other around the house, wrestling on the floor. My son, who is five, loudly proclaimed that he wished he didn’t have a sister.
“Oh, come on,” I told him. “She’s your best friend.”
“No,” he corrected me. “She’s my worst friend.”
My son is too young to appreciate his eight-year-old sister right now. But one day, he’ll realise she’s the best thing that ever happened to him. This is what I want to tell him.
Your sister is your playmate. She’s got the energy to run around and around in circles with you, while I just want to sit back with a glass of wine. She’s as genuinely fascinated by bucketfuls of mud as you are, not pretend-fascinated like I am.
She'll play those boring board games that make me inwardly groan every time you pull them out. She'll leap off the furniture with you, and occasionally onto you, while I'm the no-fun one in the background yelling, "Watch out for the glass door!" She'll laugh at your jokes about bottoms, while I just roll my eyes.
Your sister is your annoyance. She wants exactly the same piece of Lego you do, even though there are 2739 other pieces in the tub. So you learn to fight for want you want, and you learn you can't always get what you want. She teases you, so you learn to tease back, or act like you don't care, even though you do. She headbutts you, so you learn... well, I don't know. That butting heads hurts. Maybe it'll teach you to avoid bar fights.
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