I am a dreamer whose lifelong ambitions have included changing behavior that falls short of “peace on earth and good will to all.” But having worked with children my whole life, retained a healthy skepticism, been somewhat in touch with my own considerable flaws and failings, I don’t like to set the bar too high. I like to begin from the notion that there are some things that just are, always have been and always will be. In spite of all evidence to the contrary, I cling to the hope that war, for example, is not one of them. But a certain amount of betrayal, treachery, bad decisions, misunderstanding, malicious gossip, deep sadness, unfairness, injustice, anger, disappointment and more seems indeed inevitable. I mean, welcome to the world. It’s just the price of a human incarnation.
But this little story says it all much better: My daughter was in bed trying to read a book and her two children were on either side of her trying to pull the book away. “Let me see it!!” yelled one.
“It’s mine!!” said the other. “No, it’s not, poopy brain!!” “Yes, it is cause Mom always lets you have it first and now it’s my turn!!” “Is so!!” “Is not!” Etc.
The name of the book?
Siblings Without Rivalry.
I rest my case.