The jealousy of the big sister that people, magazines, blogs, etc, cautioned me about, I recently witnessed emerge from Bentley. In the last two days, once Emery even makes the slightest noise like a cry, Bentley positions herself between Emery and I in the room, looks up at me, her arms up-stretched, saying "Mommy, get up, please." Even, glancing back at Emery and then back to me. I pick Bentley up, tell her I love her, and then gently let her know that I need to take care of Emery too. It makes me wonder what I was like when little Joshy showed up in my life...
2 comments:
I think that sounds like a great way to handle it. Way to be Mom! :)
It will get better and your reassurance is perfect!
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