And, so it goes: my job as a mother AND referee AND all sorts of other things.
I take solace in the fact that countless generations of children before mine have fought and fought, and still remained friends (my sister and I, as a perfect example). I remember picking on her endlessly, just for the fun of it. Definitely not very nice. We are now the best of friends. I'm praying the same for my two munchkins. I'm also praying for lots of patience.
And, possibly a whistle for desperate times.

