When children grow up together, there’s a constant battle going on for attention, supremacy, and individuality. It was the same in the Miller household when our girls were young. However, I had hoped that when they grew up this would end: it didn’t.
Sometimes one’s life reveals a bitter truth:
In fact, when one is young it’s even worse,
Because the one who fights you, nail and tooth,
Like it or not, seems like a blesséd curse.
Insightful though you think that you may be,
No good can come from fighting with a friend:
Great friends accept idiosyncrasy,
Remaining by your side, world without end.
I speak from vast experience, my child,
Verified by those who’ve gone before us:
A sister is the best friend you’ll have known.
Let go of struggling, whether fierce or mild;
Remember, ev’ry time you make a fuss,
You disappoint me with each tantrum thrown.