Buttering Up For Baby Sisteralismith
This is a love story that starts with a pig and ends with a….
Until about a month ago, my toddler’s world revolved completely around him. I can admit that. And to be fair, I think this is true of a lot of toddlers —they really shouldn’t have to worry about or even think of much else.
But we have no family where we live (and not as many friends as I’d like) so my two-year-old got about 110% of my attention nearly 100% of the time. You could say he was spoiled, but not necessarily with toys.
I felt guilty a lot throughout my pregnancy, knowing that baby number two was going to rock his world. And as much as I was having this baby for me (I love babies), I was also having this baby for him and his well-being. I had to remind myself of this a little too often.
So, like any mom, I wanted my little boy to love his new baby sister. And what better way to butter him up than an awesome toy from none other than the sibling that could potentially turn his world upside down?
My own sister had experimented with this idea, and to complete success. My niece and nephew, nearly three years apart, are like two peas in a pod. So I copied her plan. My boy has an owl lovey a.k.a. sidekick that he adores. So prior to baby’s delivery, I had him help me choose a lovey that he could give her when she came to meet us at the hospital. He brought it with him the day he came to meet Baby Girl.
At the hospital, after he’d checked her out and given her a whopping kiss on her little head, and left her new little piggy by her side, I told him she brought a surprise for him, too.
Out of a cabinet came a large, wrapped box. I plopped it on the hospital bed where he could see his sister in the bassinet. He was way excited (like I said, he doesn’t have a ton of toys) and in a flurry of arms and wrapping paper, a massive garbage truck was revealed.
He was beside himself, to say the least. He still plays with it every single day. And when I ask him who gave it to him, he replies, “Baby Sister.” And he still gives her a whopping kiss on her little head every single day.
Whether or not I have the garbage truck to thank is questionable, but I know one thing: It definitely didn’t hurt. And while I doted on the new little person in my (our) life, I watched him dote on his garbage truck. It was a welcome and beloved distraction … maybe for all of us.