Our 2 year old granddaughter Anna is about to become a BIG SISTER. Our daughter’s second baby is due next month. It’s amazing how the baby becomes the big brother/sister literally overnight. When our daughter was born our son Tyson was only 19 months old – instantly he became THE BIG BOY. Of course he was still sleeping in a crib and he was still in diapers but in comparison to his newborn sister, he was a big boy. The same will be true for Anna – she’ll always be our special baby girl but next month she’ll be the BIG GIRL when compared to her infant brother or sister. And so it goes…
When I was ten years old I was still the baby of our family. I had two older brothers and it seemed that I was destined to always be the little one. But then the most amazing thing happened: My baby sister was born! Being 10 years old and having a baby sister might have been traumatic to some kids (I think my parents were secretly worried that I might strangle her in her crib) but I was the happiest kid on the block. The baby was OUR BABY. We (my brothers and I) all got to share her. Mom allowed (or needed) us to help out with diapers and bottles and babysitting. I felt so big! I wasn’t the baby anymore. And I loved it. Even more – I loved her. And I still do!
My sister Kay will always be my baby sister. She’s a grandmother now but she’s still my baby sister. I often think about how God has blessed me with Kay. The obvious blessing was that it got me out of being the ‘baby of the family’. But more importantly I got “hands on” training with an infant, and then a toddler, and then a preschooler, and so on. When I became a parent myself, I wasn’t afraid of my own baby like some young parents – I’d already done a lot of this stuff! Plus I learned some important LIFE STUFF, too – like how to share and how to love someone more than myself.
I can still remember so vividly that tiny pink bundle in Mom’s arms the day she came home from the hospital. I knew then that was I the luckiest brother in the world (and I still am). I became a dorky teenager and while kids my own age were interested in things that I lacked the maturity to handle (they likely did as well) I could retreat into play-time with my little sister. As we grow older we grow even closer emotionally. We are joined in a way that brothers and sisters are meant to be – emotionally, spiritually, eternally. I talk to her most every day and she understands things about me that only she can – we were raised by the same two parents (it’s called sibling empathy). Even though we are ten years apart we have many of the same emotional triggers and we share a lot of the same quirks. We laugh at the same lame jokes and we sometimes “get it” when no one else does. We have shared good times and bad. And we will always be there for one another, even for the shitty stuff.
I hope that Anna has the same joys and blessings with her baby brother or sister that I have had with mine. I thank God each day for her. At ten years old I didn’t know what was coming my way – God’s plan is still being revealed to me even today. But I do know that my baby sister is one of His many blessings and I will always be a grateful BIG BROTHER.
I love you, Sissy!