Interestingly it seems that wanting siblings to be similar isn’t something that just occurred in my childhood.
Littler started at nursery last week – cue lots and lots of excitement on everyone’s part and her delight that she was finally doing something appropriately big girl.
Her keyworker and the other nursery staff has expressed delight that she would be joining them and said how sweet and adorable she was. We decided it was better for everyone if we didn’t let on to them initially about the whole Machiavellian criminal mastermind that lurks behind ridiculously long eyelashes and appropriate use of please and thank you.
She pottered off into nursery last week and all was well – she was fine, typically for one of my children not being at all bothered about being left and more interested in the new slippers she had to wear there. Bigger was adorable and has spent most of the time leaving her classroom to check that Littler isn’t having more fun than she is.
But the nursery staff have commented that not only is she incredibly independent (she is, she is incredibly self contained and self sufficient – it’s lovely but does occasionally make you yearn for a child that actually needs you from time to time) but also that she is very different from her big sister.
Trouble is that I thought that was the whole point. Or have I got the wrong end of the stick?
Of course she is different. They are different.
My pregnancy with Littler was different, her arrival into the world was different and she’s been different since day 1.
I love the fact that they are not clones of each other and love watching how they interact and how their different personalities and approach to the world impact on the way they play together.
Bigger is a thinker, a worrier and likes to know how the world stands. In contrast Littler is into everything, pushes the boundaries, sticks her nose in and has no sense of self preservation or danger – she will try anything and everything and assumes that the world will do what she wants it to.
Littler needs to sleep, loves to sleep and will ask to go to bed. Bigger needs little sleep, wants to have someone warm to curl up to in bed to stave off nightmares or sleepwalking caused by an overactive imagination. Littler prefers to sleep in the dark. Bigger likes a nightlight.
Bigger’s hair has barely grown despite her being 4. Her first haircut was at 3. And took about 2 minutes. Littler has a full head of hair – manic messy hair that grows like a weed and requires regular detangling.
Bigger started out on the 25th centile and rapidly headed up towards the 98th and has stayed there or thereabouts – she is a tall girl, wearing clothes two or three years ahead of her age. Littler is smaller – on a good day she is on the 25th centile but more normally around the 10th – she is just about getting into clothes for her age group but is wearing things Bigger was wearing a full year ahead of her in age terms…
Their differences are what I adore about them.
Why do people assume that just because they look a bit alike they must be the same?
How dull would that be?