Saucepans bubbling over, sausages getting burned, Dora blaring on the TV, a baby’s grizzles getting more urgent as the seconds pass, and a toddler chattering away busily barely taking a breath.
Witching hour. Don’t you just love it?!
Amidst all of this commotion though, I witnessed a beautiful interaction between my two daughters.
Curly-locks knelt down in front of her very upset baby sister, cupped her chubby face wet with tears in her hands, and sang to her in a high pitched, nasally voice, ‘Where is pumpkin? Where is pumpkin? Here I am. Here I am’.
Smiley stopped grizzling, looked into Curly-locks’ eyes and smiled. She jigged her arms and legs around. She bounced up and down. The dimples appeared. All was well again.
They love each other these two. Their sisterly bond is already so strong.
We weren’t sure how Curly-locks would react to not being the centre of attention once Smiley came on the scene. We wondered if she really understood that the baby in mummy’s tummy was actually going to come out one day and that she would no longer be in the limelight.
When Curly-locks first laid eyes on Smiley in the hospital though it was love at first sight. Curly-locks placed her most prized possession, Teddy, on top of Smiley. You have to be pretty darn special to hold Teddy, so this gesture spoke a thousand words. It truly cemented her relationship with her baby sister. On this day, Curly-locks became a big sister and was proud to be one.
At the supermarket the other day, a stranger commented on the interaction between my two girls.
‘I’ve never seen two kids who love each other so much,’ she had said to me.
“I wish mine were like that.’
I beamed with pride and pushed that morning’s incident of Curly-locks clocking Smiley over the head with a toy hammer to the back of my mind.
Besides a few tousles and hair pulling incidents, they really do get on well.
Curly-locks would do absolutely anything for Smiley. If Smiley dropped her rattle from her high chair a million times, Curly-locks would pick it up a million times.
Smiley has been snotty and miserable this week and Curly-locks has been quick to take on the role of nurse. When Smiley has a runny nose, Curly-locks reaches for the wipes and wipes her nose for her. When Smiley is grizzling, Curly-locks sings to her or jumps up and down and dances around until Smiley laughs. It is beautiful to watch. She is such a caring and nurturing big sister. I call her my mini mummy.
Smiley is equally obsessed with Curly-locks. As soon as Curly-locks walks into the room Smiley’s face lights up, she squeals, and flaps her arms and legs around like a crazy woman. She follows Curly-locks around the room with her eyes and delights in everything she does.
Their interaction reminds me of my own relationship with my sister. There is four years difference between the two of us with me being the eldest.
When we were younger, I definitely was her protector and carer. We shared a room for many years and I would sing her lullabies to sleep if she was scared of the dark. If she was upset at school I would give her a cuddle and tell her all would be okay. I remember on my last day of year 12, she cried. She just didn’t want to see me go even though we lived together 🙂
Just as Smiley is obsessed with Curly-locks now, my sister was obsessed with me when we were little. My sister would mimic me constantly. If I sat in a chair at the dinner table then she would want to sit in that same chair. I remember complaining to mum about this. ‘She just does it because she loves you,’ mum would say.
We have so many special memories together of playing Barbies and making up dances to perform for our family. We rarely fought, and if we did it would usually be due to me bossing her around.
It’s interesting that the interaction between me and my sister at a young age is so similar to Curly-locks and Smiley’s interaction now.
It got me to thinking about siblings and birth order. As the eldest, is it typical for Curly-locks to act as the responsible one, the carer, the nurturer and protector? Is Curly-locks’ mothering instinct toward Smiley, inherent in her because she’s the first born? Is Smiley’s sheer adoration of Curly-locks simply part of being the second child?
Whatever it is, I hope Curly-locks and Smiley continue to develop this loving relationship and grow to be the best of friends like me and my sister.
Do your kids get along well? Do you get along with your siblings? Do you think birth order has an effect on your personality? Discuss.
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