It’s not the Sibling Rivalry that screws with my mind so much as Sibling Individuality.
It is one of the great number of unexpected things that one experiences as a parent, and something I like to think I have under some sort of control; I have always accepted my children for the unique individuals they are, acknowledging their own little quirks, wants, desires, and needs, and have gone so far as to – *gasp* – “parent them differently”.
Because, basically, I’ve found that interacting with humans in the way that they
