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Category: Sibling Rivalry

Little Sister

Sometime last spring, Saoirse came home from preschool telling me that Easter was a holiday on which we celebrate reading books and getting candy from a bunny.  Within 15 minutes, she was signed up for our church’s vacation Bible school.  I’m not a super enthusiastic religious person–I talk about faith with my family, with David, but, by golly, when my Catholic kid comes home and has no clue of the connection of God with, like, the biggest Christian holiday ever, Mama’s getting her Catholic out.  Or her wallet, as the case was this time.  Twenty bucks later, VBS was on the calendar. But what I didn’t anticipate was how Quinn was going to react to her sister being gone all week during the mornings.  Quinn had a hard time as it was during SK’s two preschool days a week last year, but we were busy during those days.  We had errands, and classes.  This year will be even harder for her, even with those activities to keep her occupied, because Saoirse will be in school more often.  But we have no schedule this summer.  We play and swim…

What Love Has to Do with It

Birth order is a funny thing, isn’t it?  Saoirse is such a chill little girl–smart but sensitive, happy yet thoughtful.  And now–now–she has this little (well, not so little) sister tagging along wherever she goes, active and rambunctious and mischievous and affectionate, and sososoSO in love with her big sister she doesn’t want her out of her sight.   It’s like the kid’s a human backpack, and Saoirse’s on the hike of a lifetime. As soon as she wakes in the morning, Quinn calls out,  “Hi, Mommy!  Hi, Daddy!”  But when you walk into her room to get her out of her crib, the story changes:  “Where’s Shir-sha?  I wan’ Shir-sha.” Whatever Saoirse is playing with, Quinn wants, even if that means Saoirse can’t  play with it anymore because Quinn has picked up the toy and gone running out of the room with it. In her car seat, she peeks over to her sister just to see if she can make her giggle.  She hugs her.  She kisses her.  She smacks her in the…

As Long as The Biting Stops by Then

Quinn has started biting Saoirse.  I know it’s wrong, and I make sure she knows it’s wrong (as much as you can with a someone who’s only been on the planet a year and a half) but it usually happens when Saoirse has tried to take a toy away from her, or bullies her once again, and quite honestly, I kind of can’t blame Quinn.  Between you and me, part of me is like, good for you kid, for sticking up for yourself.  But then I see Saoirse’s genuine surprise, and the tears of pain in her eyes, and the itty-bitty marks in her arm (or shoulder, or thigh–it’s happened three times so far) that look like she got in the way of a baby shark, and then I feel awful. Sisters.  They steal each other’s toys.  They tattle on each other.  They scream in frustration and hip-check each other with such force that I’m thinking ice hockey may be in their future.  They shove each other out of the way for attention from a parent, and weep in despair…