Like all children, my toddlers have meltdowns regularly, often around 5:30 each evening. But after having my sister and her three children, ages 6, 3, and 1 move to our beach house for five weeks, I’ve realized that my kids are relatively well behaved.
Last year I visited my sister when she was delivered her third child. This was a highly tense time as my father revealed his cancer to my sister, my nephew was born with jaundice and my sister’s post partum hormones were swimming wildly in every which direction. And so, I sat listening to my sister criticize not only my parenting skills but also my daughter’s ability to interact with other children.
Whenever my then nearly two year old would hold an item, one of my sister’s kids would snatch it out of her hand and say, mine. And when my daughter tried to protect something or cried at the experience, she was the culprit. My sister overlooked the time she played so nicely with the cousin from the husband’s side, a mild mannered 4 year old for several hours. Sisters.
So it is with delight that I can say to someone other than my sister, that I have good kids. Kids with a happy disposition that say please and thank you. Kids who clean up messes and share. While they are far from perfect, they are better behaved than my judgmental sister’s (who this year did not offer unsolicited parenting advice/critique for either lack of material or a bit of discretion).