"I just wish I was an only child so I got all the attention!"
"I wish we had 2 more Mamas that Theo could have a Mama and Malcolm could have a Mama and I could have you"
"It's hard having a baby brother because you don't get as much time with your big brother"
I heard all these things and more this week. There were fistfuls of grass and pillows thrown, toes ran over, turn taking gone awry. There were too many shrieks to count. There were hurt feelings.
It's hard to share a Mama, and my kids aren't even new to this game.
I find we are fed an inaccurate image of sibling bliss. We imagine hand-holding and a big sister reading quietly as the baby gazes on. We imagine soft voices and loving touches. We imagine a glow around our family. A couple conceives a longed for second child, (or third or fourth), and the new line fed to the new big brother is "Ar...