Spring has sprung, there are signs of life everywhere, and times couldn’t be better. The kids are able to play outside, pick flowers, and dig for worms until they are exhausted. Birds are singing, and animals are frolicking. All is well in the world, but the drums of war are beating ever so quietly in the distance.
It starts out small. Special K decides that she is the keeper of the swingset ladder, and no one shall pass without her permission... bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum... the drums grow louder.
Then Princess P decides that the only suitable path off of the swingset so happens to be the path blocked by Special K. The slide simply will not do... bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum... the drums grow louder still.
Wanting to see how this all plays out, and if the kids will figure out their own solution, this skirmish continues under my watchful eye.. bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum... the drums continue their crescendo.
Then WHAMMY! Both Princess P and Special K unleash their fists of fury. The drums are no longer keeping a steady cadence, but going nuts like the kid whose mom canceled his World of Warcraft account.
After being separated, and while sitting in timeout, there is a lot of “I’m never playing with her again” talk, and “I’ll never say sorry to her” banter. But in a few minutes, the situation has diffused, and once again the sounds of spring can be heard. Hugs are shared by all, and play resumes as if nothing had ever happened.A few observations:
- When left to their own devices, all previously established guidelines discussed with small children fly out the window. Not only does this pertain to sibling interaction, but drawing on carpet with crayons, not flushing the toilet, etc.
- We should be more like kids. There are always fights and squabbles along this journey we call life, and often hurt feelings stay with us. As adults, we should hug it out more, and move on.
- Beware of the quiet brewing anger of the smaller ones. They are the ones who in the end don’t take any crap from anyone (I’m hoping this will be good come the teenage years).
photo courtesy of mrtopp