Our sweet two-year-old Caroline totally comprehends that she’s getting a little sister. Why shouldn’t she? We’re not pointing at my belly, confusing her with abstract talk of pregnancy and ultrasounds. We have real photographs of Amelia holding toys, sitting in swings, and sleeping in others’ arms.
Caroline LOVES to tell others that she has a “little sister in Africa. Her name Amelia Mercy Lou.” She daily asks to look at Amelia’s pictures, and asks to hear stories about what life with Amelia will be like. She pretends that she is changing Amelia’s diaper, and even pretends to BE Amelia.
Caroline has eased some of my worries by HAPPILY passing toys, clothes, and her “crib room” along to Amelia. Only once has she insisted that “Amelia will share” when talking about a particular toy that Caroline still uses … And I suppose Amelia can share. It’s a small price to pay for having the best big sister she could ask for!