One thing I’m learning about having 2 kids is all about sibling relationships. Morris and Bronson are 4 years apart. They want to play with each other, but sometimes it’s hard for a 5 year old to communicate with a 1 year old and vice versa.
I’m learning the fine line of parental intervention and when to just let them “work it out”. I don’t want Morris to feel that I’m always taking Bronson’s side then Mo feels alienated and like I chose “the baby” over him. At the same time, I don’t want to teach Bronson to be passive and feel like I’m gonna always step in and save him when there’s an altercation.
So lately, I’ve just been sitting back and watching how things play out and intervene at the last minute as a last solution.
Mo: Look at my cool R2D2.
Bronson: Hmm…what’s my brother have? Looks kind of interesting. I’m gonna check it out.
Bronson: Oh yeah, that’s cool. I sure wish I could play with it…
Mo: I said “NO” you little shit. Buzz off.
Mo: Beat it Bronson.
Bronson: Ok, fine, if you’re not gonna show me how R2D2 works, I’ll just read my books.
Mo: Ok, fine, it has a remote control that makes it work…
Mo: Then, R2D2 starts moving and talking…
Bronson: I don’t get it…lemme just get a little closer.
Mo: That’s too close little brother. Back it up.
Mo: You got too close bro.
Bronson: Just lemme see the remote then…please…
Mo: This kid is annoying.
Mo: When are you gonna get it through your thick head…
Bronson: When are you gonna get it through your thick head…
Mo: I’m gonna have to show him who the BIG BROTHER is around these parts.
Mo: I’m locking R2D2 in the bathroom. Now, scram half-pint.
Mo: Lie down and take a nap.
Bronson: Don’t do that brother…I’m warning ya.
Mo: OUCH! Ok, fine you can see R2D2
Bronson: I warned ya.
Sometimes, situations just have a way of working themselves out.