Say you're working in your kitchen, and
you hear something... Screaming! You look out your window to see the
following scene erupt on your lawn. Two people, one male and one
female, are engaged in a tussle. The smaller male is sitting on the
slightly larger female pinning her to the ground while she screams.
She throws him off to the side, and, while he is splayed on the
ground, she kicks him again and again and again. He grabs her foot
and pulls, toppling her to the ground. She screams and he taunts her.
The tussle continues and occasionally you see the flash of a small
item—possibly a weapon. What would you do? Intervene physically?
Try to reason with the sparring pair? Call the police? ...What if
this isn't the first time you've seen this? What if this is an event
you've witnessed in varying degrees time and time again? A pattern.
What would you do?
Well, I'll tell you what I did...I
turned my back and did the dishes. Shocking? Negligent? ...What if I
told you the male and female in question were siblings?
Now, I am not an expert on anything,
never claimed to be, but I can promise you this, at least—I have
more siblings than you. Probably A LOT more, and I do have vast
personal experience when it comes to the subject of sibling
relations. And one thing is clear to me, when the universe set out to
create the laws which govern man and nature, it created a completely
unique (at times, baffling) set of rules for sibling interaction
that, if applied in any other facet, would result in chaos,
psychological damage, and ultimately incarceration. And I'm going
share three of those House Rules with you today...
1. Siblings, despite all activity
to the contrary, rarely hurt each other—I'm going to clear the
air right away before you report me to Child Protective Services.
The “weapon” that I observed in the above story was a plastic
golf club that my 6 and 4 year-old happened to be fighting over that
day, and, if you have siblings or children of your own, I'm sure you
can picture the type of “kicking” that was going on...Maybe a
better term would be 'foot-shoving.' But here's the thing, based on
extensive participation and observation of this type of sibling
activity, RARELY does any party come out scathed in any significant
way. Just this week, talking to a friend, we discovered our two sets
of children had engaged in the exact same interaction--essentially a
one-sided staring contest in which the other party repeatedly
screams, “STOP LOOKING AT ME!” Now, there has been a lot of
studies done on this particular subject, and the evidence is pretty
compelling that no person has ever been seriously harmed during a
one-sided staring contest. Of course you have a story or two to the
contrary, but, I'll plead that, in this case, the exception just
proves the rule.
2. Siblings want
to fight—At times, one wants to fight more than the other, but
therein lies the fun. But the truth remains—siblings do want to
fight, and I think that is why stopping this pattern is so difficult.
To illustrate this point, I've provided a transcript of a
conversation (if that's what one calls a verbal ruckus of that
decibalage) that occurred in my van a number of years ago as we were
driving through a part of town called 'Stonebridge.'
Child 1 (Age 4): best menacing tone
GEM, THIS IS STONEBRIDGE.
Child
2 (Age 2, limited vocabulary and has no idea what 'Stonebridge' is):
NO, OLIVER. THIS IS NOT STONEBRIDGE.
Child
1: upping the menacing tone
YES, THIS IS STONEBRIDGE.
Child
2: approaching screaming
NO OLI. NO STONEBRIDGE.
Child
1: with mirth and menace
MOM, THIS IS STONEBRIDGE, RIGHT?
Child
2: embracing screaming
NO!! NO!! STONEBRIDGE, NO. MOMMY!!!
I
don't think this requires much in the way of explanation. You can see
that, even from these very tender ages, my perfectly beautiful and
sweet children clearly wanted
to engage in this heated (albeit pointless and confusing) argument.
So as painful as the next 5 minutes were to endure in a small vehicle,
I just let this heat fizzle itself out. Really, what valuable input
did I have at this juncture?
3.
Fighting = Bonding—I reiterate that these rules were designed
exclusively to govern
sibling relationships, and any attempt to employ them elsewhere WILL
result in relationship disaster and/or incarceration. But this
afternoon, as I sit here calmly drinking my coffee to the din of
'oof's and aaahhh's and maybe even the occasional eye-raising
smashing sound, I sip
peacefully in the knowledge that right now (OOOO!!), right this VERY
second (EEEE!!), I am fostering an authentic and loving familial bond
that will endure long after I'm gone. In all seriousness though, day
after day, they persist with these antics, but as the day wears on, I
inevitably find them in a close huddle on our more-than-roomy sofa
with their blankets watching a show together, and you can't imagine
the devastation if one has to sleep in the bunkbed without the other.
It's really quite lovely actually. Even
amongst my own siblings, I can confirm that that sister that once
threw a steak-knife at me (See House Rule 1), yea, now we're besties.♥
And
those brothers that encouraged me to 'hang a moon' on our father as a
three year old...Well, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without them.
Perhaps,
this phenomena is like the
hashtag
thing...better left to mystery.
I
considered attempting to conclude this article with some dribble
about the richness of the learning experience when one is able to
'safely' experience the polar extremes of social interaction in the
unique sibling establishment. But, hey, I've got a fight to break up,
and the phone is ringing...Probably Charlotte, to catch up and
arrange a breakfast date on Saturday!
Bahahhahahaha! Wait, I never through a steak knife at you! Who's your bestie?
ReplyDeleteAs far as looking out the window and ignoring the scene, I can relate. Dave and I are really close now since I ignored him crawling through the snowy yard with two badly sprained ankles.
ReplyDeleteHahaha!! You spelled 'through' incorrectly
ReplyDeleteI mean hahaha! That story about Dave
ReplyDeleteRats. I can't go back and change it either.
ReplyDeleteLove this. I remember some really good fights, too.
ReplyDeleteI think I know who threw (not through) the steak knife!
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