Go To Your Room!

When I was growing up and got in trouble, my parents often sent me to my room. Now sometimes I wish someone would say to me, "Go to your room!" "Gladly", I would reply, "Can I stay there the rest of the day?" Of course, being a parent, we know that our kids need some time to cool off and think about what they did wrong. So yes, I do say this to my kids often. Especially my twin boys. I cherish the moments they do get along. As they get older, it seems they are arguing more often.

I remember talking to my dad and telling him when I was little my sister and I would get into a fight and be mad at each other. Then ten minutes later we would go back to being friends like nothing had happened. He said that's the Italian in you. My dad's mom was Italian. She also had twins. Sometimes I wish she could come back to life, spend an afternoon with me, telling me about the things she learned raising twins, while cooking me a wonderful meal. That's how I remember her; always in the kitchen cooking, and me stealing pieces of french bread. She'd turn around and give me a big grandma hug.

So we make it through the day doing laundry load after load, cooking meal after meal, saying "Don't hit your brother. He's the only one you've got!" And of course the infamous, "Go to your room!" to which I will reply, "Yipee!"