Hey! Mama Kat here…I’m jumping in as a guest poster for Lolli this week. I’m not nearly as sweet, but love me through it. Lolli thought it would be fun to go with a sister’s theme and I gladly stepped up to the plate. Here goes:
It was so easy to get my little sister Baby to do what I wanted. She was easy to convince. She was agreeable. And she adored me. All three components necessary for sibling manipulation.
I could get Baby to give me her dessert when I finished all of mine after a large spaghetti dinner. I could get her to sneak into the kitchen and steal one of Mom’s Tabs for me quietly and discretely. I could convince her to play any game of my liking with the simple threat of not playing with her at all hanging in the air if she so much as whimpered in disagreement. I could get my sister to do or say anything simply because she loved me too much to disagree. (ususally).
We grew up. Happy. Wholly functional. Best friends.
It seemed only natural when I got pregnant a second time, that I would yearn to give Maile a sister too.
And I did. Laina was born and I couldn’t wait to see my little girls grow up to be best friends. What I didn’t realize was that I had been cast as the “mother” in a giant game of deja vous. I watch my girls in utter disbelief as I am taken back to my childhood day after day.
Maile can get her sister to break a rule instead of breaking it herself and therefore attempts to spare herself from getting into trouble. She laughs hysterically when Laina does something she’s not supposed to be doing (like trying to drink water on all fours from the kitty bowl) or when she falls down and hurts herself. And if Laina is not excited about executing whatever plan Maile has set for her, Maile will say, “you wanna spankin’?? Ok then get me my water… Well do you wanna spankin’?? THEN GET ME MY WATER!!” and the threat that Maile might just stop playing altogether hangs in the air just as it did for me and my sister years ago. She can get her sister to do or say anything simply because Laina loves her too much to disagree. (usually).
I just hope they complete the cycle and grow up happy, wholly functional and best friends. It seems the only natural reward for a mother who currently spends years of her life refereeing.
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