Becoming a big brother has been a slight adjustment for my son, but more a fairly easy transition. When I was pregnant with his sister, he was intrigued that there was a baby growing inside of me. Of course he could not understand what that meant, but he was excited nonetheless. I had originally thought that he would be present for the birth of his sister but it did not work out that way. Instead he was sleeping in next door with one of my younger sisters watching him. When it was time for him to meet his sister for the first time he first reacted by saying, “No I don’t want to see her, I don’t like her.” This was before my sister had brought him back to our house. When he did meet his sister for the first time, only a few hours after she was born, he immediately climbed onto the sofa, where I was reclining and holding his sister, and gave her a good stare. Once he was situated on the sofa, we put her into his arms and he gave her a kiss and told us that he liked her. After his first encounter with his new baby sister, he asked to hold her several times a day. From that first kiss on the head, he has been enamored with his sister. On one occasion when she was eight or nine weeks old he even picked her up under her arms and carried her over to me (to which he was told never to do again!). She has always been at ease with him and her eyes would light up whenever he would come over to her to talk or play with her. She enjoys his company just as much as he enjoys her company…
(To be continued…)