A Whistle and a Striped Shirt

I've decided that I may embark on a new fashion statement for mothers of more than one child: referee attire. It isn't news to me that neither of my children are the "laid back" type, but the amount of wrangling over toys is astounding. Jonathan loves Caleb dearly, and always seems to want Caleb's participation in play time. However, he wants Caleb's participation on his terms. Caleb wants to grab and destroy any attempts at imaginative play. Result: frustration, yelling, pushing...

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.