Are your kids best friends? Neither are mine.
Recently, I was chatting with friends about our kids and how they get along. We all admitted that there wasn’t a whole lot of sibling bonding going on in our families.
“I’m suspicious of any mom who says her kids are best friends,” one friend said. “I don’t believe it.”
My sister and I were those siblings growing up. We didn’t need play dates because we played so well together.
This, however, is not the case in my house. Jonah has been known to vocalize exactly how he feels about Adam, and Adam often complains about Jonah. Occasionally they play together — when Adam decides to be nice — but it’s pretty rare.
The girls on the other hand don’t fight or complain about each other, they just coexist. There’s no hanging out together, sharing of secrets or special sisterly bond. They have friends who are the kind of sisters who hang out together, but their influence doesn’t rub off. My girls are just sisters. They aren’t friends.
The discussion with my friends came about in talking about spring break, and how our kids got along when removed from friends. We all saw little glimpses of hope. My boys played lacrosse together for at least five minutes. All four played a board game or two. We laughed a lot and enjoy being together. There was no great sisterly breakthrough or brotherly love — but there was something.
My kids may not be best friends, but they are siblings. And down the road, I hope that’s enough.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 16, Lilly, 14, Adam, 14, and Jonah, 10.