Sibling rivalry was to be...
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Sibling rivalry was to be expected with kids. She knew that. But lately her two children were about to drive her completely crazy, push her over the edge of her carefully balanced sanity. She had always thought her son would take up for his little sister against whatever threatened the family from the world at large. But she really couldn't blame him that he hadn't. Her daughter was a Brat with a capital "B" -- and seemed to thrive on making her brother's life a challenge. In return, he did the same "for" her. They seemed so jealous of one another. As their mother, she often wondered if she were in some way responsible for their attitudes. She had her favorite between the two, of course. What mother didn't? But she tried not to let them know, nor to treat them differently. What terrible tattletales they had become over the years. Just once she wished she could go through an entire day without hearing, "Mom! He hit me!" or "Mom! She's using my paper again! I thought you told her not to! Why can't she use her own? She's going to make me fail algebra!" ("Mom" was always drawn out into two syllables as an introduction to these wailing complaints.) Their bickering brought out decidedly UNmotherly feelings in her. Sometimes she could hardly wait until they were old enough to move out of the house. For an instant she imagined what that would be like, the peace ... the quiet ... the telephone ringing as one or the other of them called with "Mo-om ..." -- Fannin
