Sisters in the playroom


Sibling rivalry is alive and well in our home.  Blessedly, there was a pause just long enough in the incessant bickering for the little one to quietly ask her sister, “When will we be best friends again?”

I held my breath, trying to be invisible.

“We never were best friends!” the big one hurled.  Ouch.

I searched for words that might help to soothe the ache growing inside the little one, fully knowing that I was not the person who could calm this wound.

After a painfully long silence, the big one stated, with authority, “We are sisters.  And that means forever.”

I exhaled slowly.

“Forever?”  the little one asked.

“Forever!”  the big one smiled.


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