This writer thinks she nailed it when it comes to the perfect kid combination.
My little girl started pre-school today. She is my last child to go off and it means I only have her elder brother at home with me today.
The funny thing about the milestone is that I am not sad. She was thrilled to be a big girl.
No, it’s not me that took it badly. It is her two big brothers.
Her nearly-five year old brother and soon-to-be-seven year old brother were devastated, concerned, and a little bit frightened for her. It was heartbreaking and thrilling all at the same time to see their love, their devotion and their utter utter sense of responsibility for their three-year old sister.
My elder boy took me aside and asked me if I really didn’t think Emme was just too young for kindy, as he was a little worried about her. Emme, overhearing puffed up her chest and put her hand on her older brothers arm. She said, “don’t worry I won’t cry. I am big now.”
I will tell you why.
My kids are all about 20-ish months apart. Two older brothers and a little tom-boy-come-Princess who worships them.
When she wakes up in the morning the first thing she says is “Where is Odie?” her next question, “ Where’s Jasper?”
When we go to pick them up from pre-school and school she runs across the playground and embraces them as though she is in a scene from Casablanca.
I’ve thought about this long and hard.
My two boys play together like best friends, and fight like feral dogs. They have similar interests and similar friends and can play imaginary zoos for hours.
The perfect counterbalance to them is their little sister. She fits into most games as a sidekick and yet manages to melt their masculine hearts.
She teaches them about girl stuff, and hopefully will continue to do so into their teenage years.