The Beginings of Peace

My middle son and youngest son do not get along. They used to share the largest room in the house, but their differing personalities led the youngest to move to the basement. And yet, there are glimmers of hope that they will find a way to be in the world and maybe the house together without fighting.

A few nights ago, while I was washing dishes in the kitchen, I heard them in the dining room and the elder (who often makes disparaging remarks to his brother) began singing, “A very merry unbirthday to you, to you. A very merry unbirthday to you!”

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And his brother in typical call and response singing replied, “A very merry unbirthday to you, yes you. A very merry unbirthday to you.

Gives one hope.

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2 responses to “The Beginings of Peace

  1. My sister and I were not the closest growing up; there was quite a bit of sibling rivalry. As adults we travel together with and without our spouses and try to see each other at least once a year even though we are coasts apart.

    Gives one hope!

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