Sometimes, I thought we were so crazily blessed that both boys take to each other so well. I had heard horror stories of how some siblings seemed to have character clashes from the very start or how petty jealousies would lead to odd smacks.
Z was probably about the biggest hearted boy ever. Even before X came along, he was reputed (in school) to take care of new students, especially those who cried lots after getting dropped off.
When I was pregnant with X, we were careful to communicate the right message to Z.
That was why it was so important for Z to bunk over with me at the hospital. He treated it like a staycation and more often than not referred to Thomson Medical Centre as that ‘hotel’. It made all the additional dollars spent worthwhile because we had upgraded the room to near suite-level for the extra space and brought our own mattress along!
X absolutely adored his brother. He would follow what Z did and he knew his brother indulged in him so much that he bullied Z. X would playfully hit Z’s head all the time and we would tell X off. Z would tell us that it was not painful and that X was just trying to play with him. Awww…
Anyway, for being such a nice big brother, we allowed Z to open some of his new toys (from his birthday). I told Z that it was to reward him for being such a nice brother and he was to share the new toy with X.
The more they collaborated, cooperated and played together, the more new toys they could open together. Z was mightily pleased because he knew just how hard it was to get us to agree to opening new toys.