Because it is true.
On any given day, my kids are choosing sides. It could be that brothers are banding together, submitting to activities (like sawing and nailing, something you aren't allowed to do without adult supervision in our home at age 5) just to get some peace from their little sister. It could be that oldest and youngest are palling around, he with her on his back and she declaring him "her bestest brother in the world." It could be that the middle one and the youngest have set up fort in either of their bedrooms with the "camping tv" and a thousand blankets, posting a "secret club" sign on the door banning anyone not belonging (the oldest) from entering.
You just never know.
I suppose that is why we got a dog, to be the companion of whomever is left behind . . .
Long ago I used to fight them on this. I would say again and again that they needed to all get along or they would all be sent to their own rooms. I would shake my fists in the air, pull my hair out and clench my teeth at the seemingly daily struggle to create peace and harmony in our family that included all three of my children.
Then, I gave up.
I got sick of swimming upstream and quite frankly, my arms were starting to hurt from waving them in the air constantly.
While I do not support meanness, rudeness, and saying unkind things to your siblings, I do understand that it is ok if they break off into their little packs once in awhile. And while I can see how frustrating the 5 year age difference between Katie and her brothers can be sometimes, especially for Wyatt, I am fully aware that she needs to learn, just as they did - how to be a good person and to get along with others.
And these things aren't learned over night.
It takes time and patience and perseverance. And all I can do, as the parent, is repeat, repeat, repeat and hope that by doing so, eventually, my children will learn how to interact with others, how to get along, how to be a nice person to be around and someone with enough friends to get them through the rough patches in life.
Crossing my fingers the whole time that the lessons they've learned at home were enough.
This Saturday morning, the alliances have flipped again in our home. McRae is playing the role of the pre-teen, lounging around like he's had a really hard night of X-Boxing (which he hasn't) and the entire world owes him something. Katie and Wyatt have decided they want nothing to do with his "angstyness" so they are going to watch a DVD in a homemade fort in her room and eat waffles all morning.
Wyatt even told his sister he would get her "that when you are sick thing" (aka, the tray) to use as a make-shift table on which to eat her waffles.
I don't expect it to stay this way all day, and that's fine. It's fine because this is just the way it is with three. And if you ask me, it could not be any more perfect.
Even though they drive me crazy, in a good way . . .