My brother painted my sister’s hair green, and that was long before green hair was in style. He would jump on my bed at 4:30 in the morning yelling, “Time to get up, time to get up, time to get up!” When I screeched about it being dark and him being a maniac, he would laugh hysterically. Sibling rivalry at its best.
Yet, the one and only fist fight I ever participated in was over my brother. I took on two of his bullies: punching, kicking, and pulling hair mercilessly. Eventually I sat on top of one of them while pulling the feet out from the other. “Don’t you ever pick on my brother again.” I calmly informed them. Then I slowly walked into my house leaving them to ponder an outburst from someone who was the smallest student in the class and so skinny that I was called “bean pole.” I’ll sll fight tooth and nail for my brother. See, he has special needs, and I will defend him at all costs, even though he still drives me crazy at times.
This week I am speaking on Sibling Rivalry at Mom’s Connected at the Evangelical Free Church in DeKalb on Thursday at 9:30 AM. How do we curb sibling rivalry while teaching our children to treasure each other? How do we shepherd the hearts of our children toward kindness, compassion, and service? What praccal techniques might assist this endeavor? These are the topics we will be discussing.
So what are your famous sibling rivalry stories? I’d love to hear them!