Historically, the cure to sibling bickering and older kid nastiness on our family has been wide open spaces. Not the song…the real thing. Hiking or beach time soothes them into a partnership.
Today, however, older screamed at younger at home, then at the beach. Older screamed at me at home, then at the beach. After leaving the beach, older sobbed that I had ruined everything by convincing him to share the driftwood they both found together and both built with together and both wanted to use on a new project. I ruined his life because I encouraged him to let his brother build a solo project when he, the older, wouldn’t let the little guy join in.
Building together is fine, but then he when he wants space the rest of us must all cease life functions until he’s ready to tolerate us again.
I think that’s the message. I might be wrong. If I am, I’ll get yelled at, I’m sure.
What in the holy hell?
I guess let’s just all be full of testosterone and anger and disrespect for the world perpetually thwarting us, shall we?
Goodness. I’m not equipped for this 8-year-old teenager.