If you read this regularly, you know I have great kids. They are kind, generous, friendly, funny...until it comes to each other. Nothing can turn them into psycopaths quicker than each other. Hillary hates it when Parker sings along with her favorite song on the radio (but probably not as much as he hates it when she sings along), and Parker is sure that the only reason Hillary got her driver's liscense was so that she could sit in the front seat when it wasn't her turn. A simple request from one almost always brings sighing and eye-rolling from the other one. They even argue over whose turn it is to sit by me on the couch. I am a normal human being, with two sides, but apparently I'm not large enough to give them the required 3 feet of personal space from each other.
No one told me this would happen. But I should've had a clue when I told 4 year old Hillary that the doctor said we were getting a boy and she said, "But I wanted a sister" as if she were explaining to a pimple-faced teenager at the fast food drive through that they had gotten her order wrong. Of course, once he got here, she loved him and mothered him and babied him, and gave into him. Til now, that is.
Older friends assure me that this is normal sibling behavior. And I certainly enjoy my own siblings now more than I ever did when we were young.
The funny thing is, for all their annoyance at each other, they can have moments of extreme loyalty. When Parker wakes up from a nightmare, he sometimes goes straight to Hillary's room, where she prays with him until he feels better. And the first time she had to drive them home in the stick-shift truck, he encouraged her all the way. Is it possible to be someones worst enemy and biggest cheerleader? Only if you're siblings!
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