I have always said that parenting is a journey through rough terrain, riddled with obstacles and challenges, but speckled with occasional, beautiful moments, that make all the hardships worthwhile.
Well, maybe I haven't always said it exactly that way but that's the basic gist of my parenting experience and the romantic metaphors are a product of my tearful moment last night. O had given T a good (undeserved) beating and when I heard the details I appealed to O's moral sense asking him to think about his actions, how he feels about the situation and what to do to fix it.
After short contemplation, O hugged T and apologized sincerely saying "I've been thinking about it and even though siblings fight and get really mad at each other, they are always still one team."
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