My three-year-old, Lily, sat on the floor in front of her baby brother’s walker, fiddling with a rattle that hung from the tray. Her tiny hands twisted the rings with surprising skill, while her brother, Ben, gazed at her with a mix of admiration and curiosity. Reaching out with his chubby little arm, he gently touched her face, causing her to pause mid-play. “He touched my face,” she exclaimed, looking at me with wide eyes.
“That’s because he loves you. You’re his big sister,” I replied, giving her a reassuring wink. A shy smile crept onto her lips as she turned back to Ben.
It wasn’t long ago that we welcomed him into our family. In fact, just six and a half months earlier, she held him in the hospital, wrapped snugly in a white blanket. At that moment, she wore a serious yet calm expression, studying his features before leaning down to kiss his nose.
However, once we settled into life at home, everything changed dramatically. Lily, once so independent and cheerful, began to distance herself from Ben. She would move away whenever he was nearby, often leaving the room in a huff. Her demeanor shifted completely; she stopped using the potty, talking, and even smiling. Instead, she resorted to screaming, tantrums, and refusing to listen. I was at a loss for how to cope.
When I had her, my eldest, Emma, was only 18 months old, and she didn’t seem to mind sharing the spotlight. I hadn’t anticipated this kind of regression with Lily. Each week felt like an uphill battle as I tried to connect her with Ben while also maintaining my bond with her. I encouraged her to help care for him, to sit with us, to play, and to share kisses, but nothing seemed to work.
Juggling the needs of two children felt overwhelming. I would often bounce between them like a pinball, feeling the weight of guilt and frustration mount. One day, I came downstairs to find her in the baby swing—the very same swing she had outgrown, now a reminder of her own infancy. There she was, quietly swinging, a pacifier in her mouth, her dress draped awkwardly over her long legs. My heart ached for her.
While I was busy adjusting to a new baby, Lily was grappling with her own identity—caught between being a little sister and a big sister. The fear of being replaced, of being forgotten, must have been incredibly confusing for her.
During a routine checkup at the pediatrician’s office, I expressed my concerns. The doctor paused, looked at me, and said, “You know, no one senses a toddler’s displacement quite like a toddler. Give it time; she will find her way once the baby is about six months old.”
And she did. By the time Ben reached that six-month milestone, Lily had started to come around. I watched her, proud and filled with love, as she played with a rattle on the floor, their connection blossoming. Ben reached out to touch her cheek, and for the first time, I saw the beautiful girl Lily was becoming.
Every challenging phase of parenting is temporary, a lesson I’ve held onto through sleepless nights and tantrums. I had feared that Lily’s regression would be permanent, but it wasn’t. As the months passed, she slowly adjusted. Now, she acknowledges Ben, sometimes even wrapping her arms around him for a sweet hug.
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In summary, the road to sibling harmony can be bumpy, but with patience and understanding, things can improve. Just remember, like all aspects of parenting, this phase too shall pass.
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