I will never understand what it means to have sibling. Every time my girls get into little “sister spats” I panic. I worry that this is the end of their relationship and my family is being torn apart. I will never understand the love/hate relationship that is siblings.
I have written about my struggles with Veronica on here before. The hubster and I have struggled with giving her exactly what she needs while teaching her cope, while trying to not blow things out of proportion. It’s a never ending battle.
I know she’s not happy often, I know she struggles with finding herself and her place in this world. I know she struggles with relationships both with her family and her very short list of friends.
This hit me hard. This was a project done in art class where each student had to pick a superhero and tell why they were their superhero. She didn’t hand this to me, I had to dig to find it, I didn’t expect to be moved to tears.