Sisters

My girls don't always get along.  Scratch that.  They don't often get along.  That's hard on a mom.  I'm not sure if it's the age difference (seven years), or that they have completely different temperaments, a combination, or something of which I have no understanding.

The younger one is desperate for the older's attention--in any form possible, good or bad.  The older one is desperate for privacy.  What's a mother to do?

"Make us share a room," says the younger.  The older doth protest too much, methinks!

I pray.  Often.  And I am, at times, tempted to make them share a room.

Once in a great while, there is a glimmer of hope.  The younger wrote this today:

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And she colored a picture on the back:

I think we are getting there.

Pray for us.

Thank you.