One the one hand, I know Gage and Paul will be the best of buds in a couple years, and hopefully for the rest of their lives. I grew up with 3 sisters, we’re all fairly close in age, and it’s proven to be an awesome experience growing up in a large close knit family. Built-in friends, that’s what my mom always said.
On the other hand, we’re currently wading though some challenging waters.
2 in diapers.
2 that need cribs.
2 little kids that can’t do much for themselves, and need parental help with even the smallest of tasks.
Not to mention, Gage is like a bull in a china shop when it comes to loving on Paul.
Gage shows love one way: hard.
I can’t count the times a day he asks to “kiss” Paul, which is adorable but results in a literally banging of heads and a baby crying. Or, with the best of intentions, he throw toys and books in Paul’s direction, all forcefully aimed at the baby’s head.
Paul, I am so sorry. Your brother is a pure brute. He’s loving, but he’s a rough one.
I know he means well. It’s just, ugh, his lack of a delicate touch is frustrating to say the least. We’re working on learning the word “gentle,” and doing our best to teach him how to be careful around the baby.
Brotherly love, it’s sometimes painful.
Do you have a toddler loving on your newborn? I would love to hear how you’re dealing with that!