Good morning, Mini-Women! Do you have any IDEA how much I've missed you? The whole time I was working to finish the Mom's Ultimate Guide to the Tween Girl World ( a big ol' honkin' book) and traveling to Chicago to shoot a video trailer for it and editing the final, final copy of the first teen book . . . . big breath . . . I was looking forward to the time when I could settle back into our blog routine. I haven't had a chance to read all your comments yet, so today I'm going to start right in on our new topic -- brothers and sisters -- and next week I'll weave in all your questions and wonderful input. Does that sound like a plan?
First of all, let me just say that things between siblings (you know that's brothers and sisters, yes?) CAN be very cool. There may be times when only your sister knows exactly how you're feeilng (uh, hello, she's growing up with those same parents!) or it SO takes a brother to stick up for you. Ever noticed how when there's nobody else around to play or hang with, a brother or sister will do just fine? Whether you're as close to your siblings as Piper and Atri are (my grand-pets shown in the picture -- Piper is the best big sister a kitten could ever have), or you squabble fiercely but would also practically die for each other (or at least take each other's turn emptying the dishwasher), there can absolutely be great times that you'll remember your who life.
"Outside with that, Joe," Mom told Lily's nine-year-old brother, who was bouncing a basketball on the linoleum and rattling the dishes in the cabinets in the process.
"Hey, Art -- go for a layup!" Joe called out. He motioned toward the hanging onion basket and tossed the ball to Lily's older brother.
Art looked up from the basket he was dropping break into and smacked the ball away. It bounced off the corner of the counter and hit Lily squarely on the right fanny cheek.
"Mo-om!" Lily hollered.
"Mo-om!" Joe echoed her.
"Joseph." Mom spoke without raising her voice or even looking up from the salad she was dumping out of its plastic bag into bowls. "I said take that outside."
"Good shot," Joe said to Art as he dribbled the basketball toward the back door.
"That wasn't a shot," Mom said. "It was pure luck, and it would have been bad luck if you'd knocked those glasses off the counter. Speaking of which -- Joe, after you get rid of htat ball, come back in and put milk in them."
"It would have been bad if he'd knocked the glasses off with the ball," Lily said, "But you don't yell at him for hitting me with it?"
"He got you in the rear end," Art said. "There's plenty of padding back there."
"Mo-om!" Lily wailed.
"I'll give him twenty lashes after dinner," Mom said. "Check the casserole, would you?"Even if you dont' have exactly the same family situation as Lily, if you've ever felt like things just weren't fair on the sibling front, then you've probably felt like she did. But by the end of the first book, things have changed.
"All right -- listen to me, both of you boys." Mom's voice had that sharp edge they hadn't heard since the day Joe had tried to slide a pencil up Lily's nose when she was sleeing. All three of them froze in mid-move adn watched her. Mom shoved the sleeves of her sweatshirt up to her elbows and stared them down. Gone were teh doe-eyes. She was no-nonsense from eyebrows to cornea. "I have let this go on far too long, and I'm putting a stop to it right now."
"To what?" Art said.
"I think you know exactly what, but let me spell it out for you."
Even Joe had an uh-oh look by now, and Lily's heart was doing double time. "I've let it go because we've always teased in our house," Mom said, "and I thought your brand of kidding was just what boys did . . . But we can control how we talk to each other, and from here on there will be no more teasing that hurts people's feelings." She raised her hand. "I'm just as guilty as anyone else. I'm going to have to work on it. We all will."
I know what you're probably thinking: "That's just a story, though. That's never gonna happen in MY house!"
It can, and you can help it along. Obviously you can't tell your mom how to raise her kids, or your dad either (though frankly I think all of us moms would do better to listen to some of YOUR advice sometimes . . .) But you can do some things that will not only make getting along easier, but may alert your parents to how they might be able to help.
1. I think my siblings get more from my parents than I do
2. I have at least one sibling who always tries to be better than me
3. I think my parents have favorites among us kids
4. When my brother or sister starts liking or doing something I liked or did first, I stop doing it.
5. When my mother or sister starts doing or liking something new, I start doing it, too, because I want to be like him or her
6. I don't even try in a certain area -- like grades or sports or beauty or popularity -- because that' smy sister's or brothers' "turf."
7. My siblings and I fight a lot. Sometimes it even gets physical.
8. I have a sibling who makes nasty remarks about me -- calls me Jabba the Hutt, that kind of thing
9. I have a sibling I make nasty remarks about, saying he's such a geek he should be wearing a pocket protector -- stuff like that
10. I have a brother or sister who is always stirring up trouble --telling things I never said or making a big deal out of nothing
11. I find myself stirring up trouble, saying stuff like, "Mom bought me ice cream while you were at your piano lesson. Neener-neener."
12. The way my siblings tease me and joke around with me gets way out of hand. My feelings get hurt.
13. I can't help teasing my siblings even though I know they're going to end up crying any minute.
No -- two "assignments" for Monday/Tuesday (I'm going to try for Monday, but it will be Tuesday at the latest.)
* Count up your true statements and be ready to see what your score means (and know already that it doesnt' mean you're a horrible sister or anything like that!
* Read Genesis 4: 2-16, the story of the two brothers, Cain and Abel. Remember how you learned to put yourself into the story as one of the characters and experience it that way, smelling all the smells and hearing all the sounds and feeling all the emotions? Do that with this passage -- and be ready to learn what it can mean for you (and it isn't to beat your brother with a stick -- although that is sometiems a temptation!) It's good to be back. You are special to me, my Mini-Women!
Nancy Rue