We’ve entered the stage in sibling communication of “I’m right, you’re wrong”. With quick escalation, often ending in a bite. Or a shove. Or a scream. Or all three.
The new family motto is therefore :: It is more important to be kind than to be right.
And as the days slip by, I ponder the far-reaching effects of such a practice. Religion. Politics. Future relationships. Current relationships.
The phrases “I’m right” and “You’re wrong” are now family no-nos.
Amelie was sitting at the kitchen counter the other day, playing with her favorite kitchen toys – the KitchenAid attachment paddles. (The whisk, the batter paddle, and the dough hook lead such interesting lives, you’d never believe it.)
I hear, “You’re wrong, I’m right.”
Amelie catches my eye and points to the dough hook, “It’s just this.”
She exculpates herself.