Let The Games Begin!Sarah James
Sibling rivalry. I must admit, I haven’t given the subject much thought in regards to my kiddos. Number one, they are different genders, and number two, they are four years apart. However, I got just a little taste of it this weekend before leaving on a trip to New York.
Late Sunday morning, the whole family filed into the car to take me to the airport. I was leaving on a very short trip to New York, and as always, had a little sadness brewing in my stomach due to leaving the family. Sweet, sweet Wito had been moping around the house all morning, tiny bottom lip quivering, occasionally quietly pleading with me to stay with him. Little Wita is only 18 months, so she really didn’t have much knowledge what was about to transpire. When it was time to go, the pajama-clad kids hopped into the car and off we went.
Upon pulling up to the departure gates, I got out, walked around to both of the rear doors, and gave my kids a big hug and kiss.
And that’s when it started. The crying. First it was Wito – a subdued blubbering that broke my heart to pieces. Shortly after, Wita’s crocodile tears started to flow. (This has GOT to be one of the worst moments of parenthood, am I right?) I promised I would be home soon, and walked around to the back of the car to say goodbye to my husband and grab my bag. And that’s when things started to escalate. Suddenly, Wito started crying a little louder, immediately followed by Wita’s elevated sobs. Upon hearing this, he cried a little louder, and then SHE cried a little louder, and you can imagine where this is going. Although sad that their mama was leaving, this situation had nothing to do my departure anymore.
Nope. My children were trying to OUT-CRY one another. To the dismay of every passenger in the US Airways departure section, might I add. Seriously, you all, the sheer level of wailing from my vehicle was scaring away every bird, mammal and amphibian in a quarter-mile radius. According to my husband, this sorrowful one-upping continued the entire ride home. (He even has a recording of it, but I will spare you the audio details.)
Do you find that your siblings compete in the strangest of ways? This was my first glimpse of a little healthy (weepy?) competition between the two, and it was fascinating. Is sibling rivalry something you experience in your home?