I'd walk in and take charge. I was enough older than they were to demand that they get things straight.
And for the most part they obeyed quickly and we regained pax romana.
Then I had my own kids.
Somehow Big Brother was more effective than Big Daddy.
My older two kids fought like tiger sharks.
They loved each other but often hid that love in invisible ways. Often the only things visible that I saw (or heard) were sibling screams of "That's not fair!"
So, today when I read this from a news post, I had to somberly mouth the words "Uh huh, um, yep, uh huh."
"They discovered that most teen sibling fights were about why things aren't fair/how they aren't being treated the same or the need for personal space.
Teens who had more fights over equality and fairness had more depressive symptoms a year later. Campione-Barr said to USA Today that teens normally believed that fairness issues revolved around "shared resources and responsibilities within the family," meaning they felt that they were not getting enough attention from their families and felt less important"
Uh huh, yep, um, it's not fair...
Then it's fair and boy is it ever fair!!
Anybody out there wanna give me an "Amen"?