Given your position in the family, it was inevitable that sooner or later you'd be compared to your brother. I just didn't realize how soon. I suppose it actually started when I was still pregnant. When he was a wee bean, Bryson made me queasy throughout the day. You, on the other hand, made me throw up more evenings than not for several months. Everyone told me that was a sure sign you were a girl.
So far you've been a pretty sleepy kid, content to nurse, doze, and repeat. You let me put you down when you nod off, whereas your brother wanted to be held 24/7. Your dad and I have our fingers crossed that you will remain a "good sleeper." Bry, well, let's just say it took him awhile to figure out the whole sleeping through the night thing.
But here's the thing: you are obviously going to be your own person, no matter how you compare with your brother. He's been our only reference point for what it means to be parents. Being second means that you might end up with the short end of the stick at times as your dad and I work to learn about who you are in your own context. Making the comparisons is reflexive; looking past them will be our ongoing challenge.
We promise to do our best.
Love,
Mama
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| You make Bry look like a giant. |
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