To be 100% completely honest, when my mother told me she was pregnant I thought she was crazy. I was 17, planning my next step to university and it had been 14 years since she last had and brought up a child! She was also getting older herself, and I just didn’t think she’d be able to handle it. I mean, I am technically old enough to have a child myself and my mother is still having them? The whole idea just seemed too crazy for me to even process at the time. Absolutely crazy.
And then there was the point that this child, who was my brother, would be in the same class and year at school as the babies of my friends! Although I seriously have no plans of having my own children just yet, it seems weird for me to be an older sister to a child whom is 17 years younger than me.
Don’t get me wrong, I was so excited to have a new little brother. I love children and babies, I love that they’re the new generation whom we must teach good. I love that they look up to us. And I love most of all the sheer joy they experience over the littlest of things. Children have no boundaries or worries and that really inspires me. But it also scared me a lot how much my new brother would look up to me. I’m not a child anymore, so mistakes aren’t as forgivable. I knew it was coming up to my exams and I had selfish, petty worries about being kept up late by a screaming child.
Now let me tell you, this did not happen.
So, even if you are a bit scared that you might be too old to be a new sibling to somebody, don’t fear it, embrace it!
My little brother is one of the happiest and most joyful babies I’ve ever met. He finds everything hilarious and, when I’ve had a stressful day, it is his smile that I look forward to seeing, because he is the only person I can make genuinely happy just by walking into a room. This kid absolutely means the world to me, and, rather than finding him annoying like I first thought, he also inspires me to be a better person.
And I’m so incredibly proud of my mother. Although the she’s had to re-learn so many things in new ways (who knew babies came with so many rules) she’s taken it hands on and really produced a delightful child. He’s content and happy and she really couldn’t have done much better than that.
So, even if you are a bit scared that you might be too old to be a sibling to somebody, don’t fear it, embrace it!
Being a big sister again is one of the most enlightening and inspiring processes I’ve ever been through,
I could not love my new little brother anymore.