Lately my kids have been playing together more and more. And when I mean playing, I mean actually playing, making up games, having fun together. It's a beautiful thing. When they are in their sibling-playing-not-fighting-over-the-same-toy zone, I try to leave them alone. Because the second I go to check on them someone inevitably gets upset about the tragic injustice perpetrated by the other (ie, "I had that book first!"). So I usually let them be.
But sometimes it's to my own detriment. At 3 1/2 and 2 years old, it's amazing how quickly they can demolish an entire room when left to their own devices. It's like a tornado coming through quickly and destroying everything in its path in a matter of minutes.
"I just wanted to see what was in my closet." (A lot apparently! Unintended result: cleaning out the closet.)
The construction of a "pillow bed" using all the pillows from around the house that they could gather.
And they have already formed a sibling alliance that is as tight as Fort Knox. After leaving the bathroom the other morning, my children stayed behind to play. (Yes, we were all in the bathroom together because I am a mother and have NO PRIVACY...but I digress). All they had with them were a pencil and pad of paper and when I left they were drawing "fishies". Harmless enough, right? About a minute or two later, I hear my 2 year old say to her brother "no tell Mommy."
I waited to hear what came next but another minute or two later, they both emerged as innocent as two little angels who can do no wrong. So I asked my son, "what did you guys do in the bathroom?" He gave me a guilty grin and replied (as any good brother who's protecting his sister would say) "nothing". I told him I heard his sister tell him not to tell mommy something and again asked him what they did. He again denied involvement in any activity that would be contrary to what they know would be wrong. So I let it go and headed to the bathroom to survey the destruction. But I saw nothing. Until about an hour later when I went to use the bathroom, sat down (sorry, TMI) and saw that they had used the pencil to draw all over the bathtub.
As a parent I want my children to be friends, confidants, mentors, protectors of one another. It makes it pretty hard to get upset with them when they are being destructive together, because they are, afterall, bonding. And even when it's frustrating, it still makes me smile on the inside knowing that they are building a bond that will last them a lifetime. For now their partnership has been pretty harmless...but talk to me when they're teenagers. I'm sure I won't be smiling on the inside or the outside when they are plotting against us or covering for one another! But for now, I'll let them continue to build their alliance.
What's the worst thing your children have done while you were in the other room, in the shower, out of earshot?