Of all the hats we wear as moms, my least favorite is referee. Some days it seems I have no chance to enjoy my children because all my energy is spent on mediating their squabbles. This was especially true when they were smaller. Here’s a typical scene: “Moooooom! She pinched me!” My older daughter, five years old at the time, accused her little sister of unprompted abuse. “She! Took! My! Bear!” My two-year-old sputtered her defense. “Did you take your sister’s bear?” “No. I had it first!” Sure, that old trick. I knelt to eye-level with my toddler. “Did you …
