When I was younger, I remember hearing these words from my mom on more than one occasion. Sadly, I have started to use them myself. It's funny. After The Gals were born, Wonderful Husband and I were so careful about making sure we always bought two of everything or we did the same thing with both of them. (We do whatever we want for L because he is so much older.) As they get older and grow into their own personalities, it is a bit more difficult. I used to be out shopping and see something perfect for one but not get it because I couldn't find anything for the other one. Recently, I stopped doing that. That's where the "Life isn't fair" comes in. There have been a few tears lately. The thing is - it isn't their fault if they get upset. We taught them that life is fair - all the time. Even Steven. Then, they turned 7, and we changed the rules on them.
Last week, I was in the kitchen, and I hear M telling A "Life isn't fair." I'm sure it was over some toy she wouldn't share. I'm really not sure. And, I didn't ask because I was too busy trying not to laugh and cry at the same time.
I'm not sure if I have taught them an important life lesson, or if I have just added a new way for them to justify being mean to each other.
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