This sweet sibling shot was taken at an emergency after-school frozen yogurt stop. That day I had a traumatic playground fall from the tire swing. I landed face first in a big pile of mulch and it was terrible. Luckily, Ryan was there to cheer me up, by accidentally biting his finger while shoveling more gummies into his mouth. We explained that you have to actually stop chewing when you put fingers in your mouth. This was all new information to him.
Lately Ryan and I seem to be fighting-competing-bickering 80% of the time (more like 100% of the time in a car). So, the moments when we get along are pure magic.
Like when we built this fort and found "treasures" of petrified Cheerios between the couch cushions.
The affection and friendship is real, just hidden most of the time by this:
Some weeks our battles are so relentless that Mom relies on funny internet quotes to get her through the day, like "Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together". Facebook and Mommy blogs are no help, they're all #blessings and #siblinglove. How about days that are more #jerksiblings?
Maybe we love each other so much we feel safe to push each other to the limit? That's what Mom tells herself, right after repeating the rules for Fight Club: No hitting/physically hurting each other, and no mean name calling. Because, "Siblings: your only enemy that you can't live without".
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