They look at each other

with all the venom they can summon

hurling accusations like torpedoes

I warily look up from my book

loath to leave my hero mid action

wondering if intervention is required

as the fracas seem similar to yesterday’s

they leave the room arguing

usually these bitter feelings are ephemeral

my book beckons and I am engrossed again

the decibles go up suddenly

a door slams, a chair scrapes

and just as my hero is about to

discover the murder weapon

I hear a loud wail

I jump out of my skin

angrily I barge into their room

it is a free for all nite

they are punching, kicking

pulling hair and biting

screaming at the top of their voices

both not ready to back down

my loud bark is ineffective

I have to physically wrest them apart

panting heavily they direct their angst at me

accusing me of being biased

suddenly I become the villain of the piece

reasoning loses its reason

they are in no mood to reconcile

the younger one tearfully blaming

me for siding with the elder

the elder one sullenly says

I am always soft with the younger

exasperated I send them to separate rooms

the referee retiring hurt to her sanctum

no longer interested in her fictional hero

as I sit there ruminating

where I had gone wrong in parenting

I hear soft whispers

I tiptoe out of my room

they are together in their room suppressing giggles

with a deep sigh of relief

I put the kettle on

time for me to go back to my hero.


44 thoughts on “Refereeing

    1. This scene plays out with unerring regularity but today after a very long, tiring day, it was bad. Now they are in bed sleeping like angels and all’s well in the world :):)
      Thank you so much dear.


  1. It’s great once it ends but during the storm it can be quite chaotic. I commend you on your ability to remain calm. Sometimes simply separating for a few minutes can do wonders.

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    1. It was particularly chaotic tonight. I can see the pre- teen rebellion in the younger one. They are the sweetest kids, trust me, but when they fight…πŸ™„
      I’ve learnt from my mom to remain calm. The storm usually passes quickly.

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      1. Reminds me a lot of my younger brother and I when we were kids. There are two years separating us so there were lots of ‘fights’ when we were young. thankfully, we grew out of it πŸ™‚ Your mother was a good teacher, then πŸ™‚

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  2. One always thinks of the other as β€œthe favorite,” don’t they, even though we go to great pains to hide the fact that one usually is. But which one? Is it the same one all the time, or do we favor one over the other at one point and then vice versa at another point?

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  3. Lololollll… Brilliant.. I love your subtle words.. so easy going and interesting.. beautifully presented.. enjoyed it thoroughly.. πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ˜‡πŸ‘ŒπŸΌβ€οΈπŸ’•

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  4. I don’t envy you in these moments…takes me back to some of the childhood disagreements that took place in my own family…usually it was me or my mom playing referee in these and I know it’s not any easy position to be in at the time….suddenly you’re the bad guy and you can’t win.

    However, so happy for the wonderful ending! Truly epic read my dearest Punam! 😊 πŸ’– πŸ€—πŸ’—


    1. I am glad that I shared this. Remember this was almost two years ago and the fights have reduced considerably. πŸ˜„
      Anything to take off the pressure! ❀️❀️


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