I still believe with all my heart that we have it all wrong. As adults that is. I firmly believe that our children are here more to school us than we ever will be to teach them. Last week Montanna brings me two pieces of paper after being gone for over an hour and as a diagnosed “severely dyslexic” child by an educational psychologist, it must have been quite the task for what she had brought me but she did not let the hindrance hold her back. What she had written is one of the most powerful things I have read in quite some time. In fact it blew me away. Read it with an open mind. It’s her take on sibling rivalry and she asked me to share it with my friends on Facebook. I've put it here too:
“NO ONE KNOWS HOW WE WORK
Ok so let’s not start with Once Upon a Time or The Boy. Let’s start like this. Do you know that brothers and sisters may fight a lot...like A LOT and say rude words, curse at each other and punch, push, bite, kick, hit, pull and very worst hate? Well how do I know this? Funny you should ask, I have one, yep, I have one so my brother is all of that, ok maybe not only him, me too. But you know what? We are all not angels that do nothing, we all do something wrong. But any ways you know where I said brothers and sisters fight? Well yes there I wrote the worst thing of all, hate. Yes, hate is a very very strong bad word but we all use it, yes even adults. But that is the word we use when we are extremely mad with them because they have done something to us. You perhaps may ask why they do that, why are they mean to each other? Well I can maybe tell you. Because we are brother and sister. We are not friends that are always away from each other, we are constantly together. Now I am not saying you must separate them but unfortunately I am just writing, not telling you what to do with them. Can you ever figure out a child’s love between his or her brother or sister? Nope, you don’t know because they say things like “I want you to die” or “Go to hell” but you know what? It’s just to hurt them; I’m not saying all children, but most. You can never say a child doesn’t love his or her sister or brother ever because deep deep deep deep deep down there, there’s a light for her or him, the most love ever that no one can even touch except the sister or the brother, not even the parents. No one can tell the love between them. They may punch, push, hit, kick, pull, bite, spit and curse and they may do this over and over again but they will always love each other till the end of time. What I find weird is that if the one goes to the hospital the other one will help them or buy them something or do anything nice like me and my brother do, ja. We fight, pick, pull, hit, kick, whatever to hurt each other. So you can never tell how a child works; only the brother or sister and I may not be right but this is just a short story about how you can’t explain kids. I hope this goes out to all of you who have kids.
My name is Montanna Abbott, 11 years old. I wrote this on 15/11/2015. A little explaining”.
How I see it...
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