There are days when the house feels like a concert of laughter. The kids sync perfectly, like they’ve known each other for lifetimes. Then there are other days when it feels like a boxing ring. No referee, no bell, just words flying left and right.

Sometimes it happens at home, sometimes in public, and yes, even inside the church while the choir sings “Ama Namin.” We’d sit there, whispering sharp reminders through clenched smiles, praying the people behind us won’t notice. Parenting really tests your poker face.

We’ve talked to them about it countless times. We’ve tried the soft talks, the firm tones, and even the physical approach. It’s slow work. But progress, no matter how small, still counts.

Over time, we realized something important. They don’t hate each other. They’re just carrying little things that piled up — moments that ended badly, words left hanging, feelings never fully resolved. Those tiny cracks become triggers, and before you know it, they’re arguing again.

As parents, it’s frustrating. You try your best to treat them equally, to make sure no one feels left out or less loved. You pour yourself into being fair, but still, they clash. And yet, behind all that chaos, there’s a silent hope that all these moments are just part of them learning how to love deeply, even if it looks messy right now.

We remind them that someday, when we’re no longer around, they’ll only have each other. No one else will understand their childhood stories, their inside jokes, their shared memories of how crazy or loving this family could be. They’ll need each other more than ever.

We’re learning too. That being hands-on isn’t about controlling every fight. It’s about guiding them through it, teaching them how to heal and forgive. Because in the end, that’s what siblings do — they fight, they hurt, they grow, but they always find their way back to each other.

“Siblings fight loud, but love louder.” – Famtastic4