Sibling rivalry has always been alive and well in my household. Having three sons, I guess this is to be expected. My husband was one of four brothers and he tells me it’s quite normal for boys to fight and quarrel…. I think each of my son’s wish they were an only child!
In 1998, my husband took the decision to move to Springfontein to help his parents run the family business. It was July and Dennis and I needed to work our notice periods of a month. The school term was going to start before we had arrived in Springfontein, so we decided to send Den (6) ahead and we would move down in August.
So, that left Dylan (4) and Divan (2)…….
One Sunday afternoon, I was reading on my bed when Dylan walked in.
“Mommy, please give me a magic word…”
“Abracadabra” I said. Dylan left my room and I carried on reading.
Not long after that, Dylan was back. “Mommy, I need another magic word…”
“Siemsalabiem” and Dylan left the room again only to return a short while later.
“Mommy, do you know another one?”
“Dylan, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m trying to make Divan disappear but nothing is working!”
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