He’s my big brother
The transition from only child to the new role of big brother has the potential to be a difficult one. Certainly before my daughter was born, I worried a lot about the impact her arrival would have on my son.
And the truth is that for the first few months, although he was proud as punch to show off his baby sister to anyone and everyone, there really wasn’t much benefit to him when it came to this new sibling.
Months and years don’t mean much in terms of measurements when you’re four, so I tried to give him something to look for so he’d know his sister was getting bigger and stronger. “She won’t be big enough to play with you until she has teeth,” I warned him. Of course I was expecting the first teeth to appear a bit sooner. Right now she’s heading for 15 months and is still toothless.
But gummy smile and all, she’s learning to play with her big brother. Whatever he’s doing, she wants to join in. And he’s learning to tailor his games to include her. Week after week, they grow closer, and it turns out my worry was unfounded because our son hasn’t just gained a sibling, he’s gained a friend.