“I love you Milla, I will miss you when I am at school,” my eldest daughter Addi says as she hugs and kisses her sister before heading through the school gates at 8:45am. I literally couldn’t script this loving scene between my two girls and as their mother, it brings a smile and a sense of pride. “I created these girls,” I think to myself, giving myself a metaphorical pat on the back.
“How was your day?” I ask Addi at 3:45pm as we drive home but she doesn’t hear me because the bickering between her and Milla has already begun. “Don’t look at me,” she tells her sister. “You are not my friend.”
The remainder of our five-minute drive home (which felt like five hours) is filled with back and forth comments, yelling and squealing. It then usually ends with one of them crying because the other has upset them in some way. “I created these girls,” I think to myself, giving myself a metaphorical stern talking to.