Very recently, the girls started playing well together. And, while I do catch an occasional shove or slap on Olivia's part, they can actually play for quite some time together in the play room. When I say play, I mostly mean Lila watching Olivia play with her dolls or sitting quietly while Olivia uses watercolors to paint Lila's hands and face (I missed a good photo-op yesterday because I washed it off before I realized I hadn't taken a picture).
Matt recently asked me if I thought they would be good friends. Best friends, as many sisters are. It's too soon to tell. And, it's a question I try not to think about too often. Simply because I have three sisters and we did not get along growing up. Especially my sister, Sarah, and I. We are just over two years apart and we fought to kill. Drowning each other in the pool? We tried it. Pulling hair, punching, yelling. As teenagers, she would scream into the phone mean things, and then unplug it if I was on it too long. She once put something clear and nasty on my toothbrush so when I brushed that night, I nearly vomited with disgust. I then did it back to her. After a while, however, we just ignored each other.
So, when I was pregnant with Lila and knew I was having another girl, friends would exclaim, "yeah, sisters!" and look at me a bit appalled when I signed heavily. I would explain that it just didn't go well for my sisters and I growing up. Too much estrogen, yelling, fighting, crying, etc. It was BAD and I was scared of having two girls.
While we all get along now, Sarah and I, didn't really start getting along until we had children. Now, we're closer than, possibly, we've ever been. But, it's been a rough road.
So, when I see my girls playing well together, my fear subsides a little bit. It could all change. In the mean time, I'm wracking my brain coming up with ways to keep them close. I mean, my parents tried hard. We traveled a lot as a family (by the time I was 16, we had been to Europe, Canada, and 46 US States). We ate dinner together every night, had story time before bed with dad, said our prayers together before bed and spent five or more hours a week at our place of worship and engaged in bible study at home.
So, what happened? I don't know. Many would say that it was usual sibling rivalry. But, no, what we had was a little more over the top than that.
I love my girls. As every parent says, "I can't imagine my life without them." I wish I taken the news that Lila was a girl with tears of joy! I shouldn't have, for one second, been disappointed. They bring great joy to our life. But, that doesn't mean I can't fear for their future as friends!