Disagreements among brothers and sisters aren’t just inevitable – they’re educational.
Angry footsteps upstairs. Screams. “I hate you!” Slam. Fists, on a bedroom door. Then, inevitably, the unified shriek: “MOOOOMMM!”
That was the soundtrack of the year when my daughters were 11 and 12, shared a bedroom, and fought like caged tigers.
As a parent, I was at a loss. It seemed like every meal or car ride ended in misery, and I was convinced that our family life was ruined. I thought they would be at each other’s throats forever, and there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it.