I remember being small with my little brother. We used to play together…sometimes more nicely than others. He is three years younger than me and I remember visiting him in hospital on my third birthday when he was one day old. My mum pulled back the covers on the cot so I could see his tiny toes. To be honest I think I was more impressed with the birthday present of a dolls house that was waiting for me when I got home.
As we grew up we had our moments of playing nicely and fighting, but when I realised he was growing bigger than me we stopped fighting and became firm friends. As we grew into teenagers I would take him places, or he visited me at university, and now in our thirties we spend time together with the rest of the family and with my kids.
She soon got over it and was excited to be a big sister. He was mainly ignored for the first few months of his life, but then he started wanting the things that she had, grabbing for her toys and taking attention from her just slightly!
Over the last few months I have seen lovely moments with them together. I still repeat at least 5 times a day, “No! Don’t try to pick him up! He doesn’t like it!” and they still both want the same toy or want to play different games at the same time. But, then, just for a few moments they are friends, and it is lovely and I hope that they always stay friends over the years.