“My girls were just not allowed to fight.”
I would often hear my mom say that phrase when asked if we, her two daughters, fought a lot growing up. I would watch the “yeah, right” look on their face when she would say that, because to many the words ‘siblings’ and ‘fighting’ are synonymous.
But they weren’t in our house.
I know we bickered and had our moments, like the time my four-year-old little sister smeared the smelliest diaper cream all over my beloved Raggedy Ann doll (who was never the same after that day), but regular fighting was simply not allowed.
In hindsight, I recognize many things my parents did to nurture our sibling relationship, one that I am grateful to have with my sister to this day…