It’s a hard life, being the baby.
You get hauled around all day, to places other people are going, such as your big brother’s school drop offs and pick ups.
When you get older, you’ll get dragged to more big brother activities like sports and practice and school plays and graduations.
Big decisions like which school you go to will probably be determined by which school your brother is already in.
You don’t wear new clothes much because your parents deem hand-me-downs to be more practical.
You don’t even get new toys very often. Because we already have a HUGE box of pre-loved (and cleaned) baby toys.
Your high chair, Bumbo, rocker chair, Exersaucer – all belonged to your brother.
When he outgrows his bike, or remote control cars, or blocks – yup, you’re inheriting them.
Once you’re sleeping through the night, you’ll share a room.
You’ll likely not get your own room until he’s a teenager. While he’s had his own room since he was 18 months old.
Yeah, you’ll probably get his bed too when he outgrows it.
You will never know the life of an only child, where we dote on you and you only. You’ll always have to share us.
All decisions pertaining you will always be with the benefit of hindsight and experience.
I will not hover around you as much, leaving you to explore more freely your surroundings. It’d probably mean you’ll fall over more, but it’d also mean you learn to pick yourself up quicker.
I will not fret over every single food item that you eat, thinking it won’t be tasty/ nutritious enough, or that you’ll choke on it. It’d probably mean you get to eat off my plate sooner. And try yummy stuff earlier. Lucky you.
I’ll also not worry too much about mess or mud or stinky clothes, because I’ve had a few years of practice under my belt now. Which means you’re free to eat and play with abandon, chase your grandparents’ big dog around or even a kangaroo or two at a petting zoo – we know you’ll be just fine.
You are in a hurry to roll, sit, stand, crawl, walk, run, climb, talk – because your big brother is doing all those things. This explains you pulling yourself up to standing yesterday. Dude, you’re not 7 months yet. Slow. Down.
Oh wait, you’re the go-getter. No slowing down. No one minds really, because you’re the baby.
You will always have someone to look up to.
You will always have someone to look after you.
You will always know life with a built-in best friend.
Yes, the life of the baby, it’s hard.
But someone’s got to do it.
* It is pure coincidence that in two pictures, he’s not wearing clothes. I swear, I dress him.
** Water play and high chair use is under supervision. I’m not that blase.
Are you the baby of your family? Were you spoiled? Heh.