I thought it was cute to give Eric a blue blanket as a means to tell him we were having a son. Silly me, I thought it would be equally cute to do with this with the girls as well. So our friend had been babysitting them and brought them to the food court to have lunch. Still feeling tickled and quite a bit awed by the news, I gave the bag to our friend and had her pull the blanket out while the girls watched. While she noted the softness of the blanket, almost in unison both of them clicked on the blue and knew they were going to be welcoming a baby brother. They may have figured it out at the same time but they sure didn't react the same at all! Their reactions left me standing in the middle of the food court; hands at my sides, baffled about what I should say or what I should do.
The oldest cried. But then she had been hoping for just this result all along. She and Dad wanted a baby boy to come to our family. In fact, when I was newly pregnant and the girls didn't know, Eric made references to a boy...like when the girls were ganging up on him he would say: "Keep it up, I'm making reinforcements!" So he couldn't stop grinning, and she couldn't stop crying, "I have Happy tears Mom!"
And if that didn't get the lunch crowd looking at us, well...the youngest took care of that. She took one look at that blanket, crossed her arms over her chest, turned her back on all of us and started crying! Yeah, only these weren't happy tears at all. When Dad tried to comfort her, she raged at him and pushed as far away from him that she could get. Keep looking people; even I have to admit there might be a little something to see here now. Geesh! Damage control…one very soft and sweet sleeper for her brother and finally come January one very adorable little baby boy. She suddenly decided that this new brother thing was not such a bad deal after all.
So fast forward a few more months, with a two month old baby brother sleeping in a Travel Pack n’ Play in our kitchen, we sat around the table while the girls worked on their homework and I worked on refereeing and making dinner. This is what I get from her:
All I could do was laugh,
loving how far we’d come. I had been
worried about how she would be with her brother for months before he came and now
that he was here I obviously had nothing to worry about. She was perfect for her brother and I was one
lucky mom.
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