The other night, I was aimlessly channel hopping and stumbled upon Ocean’s Eleven (always watchable for Clooney-related reasons). I’d forgotten the brothers in it – you know the ones mercilessly digging at each other? These ones…
Hang on a minute; this is what I witness between my two boys. Every. Single. Day.
Banter, as defined by Oxford Dictionaries, is “the playful and friendly exchange of teasing remarks”. Yeah, right – the verbal equivalent of a dead leg, more like.
Father of Misters is more sage about the whole thing. “It’s between the brothers Kay” he quotes when I rage about being caught in the boys’ verbal cross-fire. Except that was from “The Godfather” and look how that turned out for brother Fredo.
Listen and learn
I’ve done some soul-searching on their bantering and need to take some responsibility here. Father of Misters and I mock each other relentlessly around the boys so what do I expect? And how are kids supposed to know the difference between good-natured teasing and something more harmful?
We’ve had a few conversations to explain this and are more conscious not to do so much mickey-taking around the boys (though all bets are off when they’re in bed, Big Ears).
O Brother, where art thou?
What I do think is valuable though is the healthy competition that seems innate in brothers. An older brother often inspires the younger to run faster, study harder and kick further- that’s certainly true in our house. This bodes well when you take the Brownlee brothers as your inspiration – less so if it’s more Gallagher brothers in mind.
I saw a great quote the other day – “Siblings; your only enemy you can’t live without”. Your brother is your ready-made best friend, I keep telling the boys. And they’re the only ones who can beat you up and anyone else who tries to do the same.
All’s fair in love and war, after all.
How are the sibling wars in your house? And how do you tackle them? Let us know in the Comments section.