Like sister, like sister

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I always thought I would never compare my children. After all, they’re two entirely separate beings, with different personalities, interests and most probably skills. How could I compare them? And being a younger sister myself I was never a fan of always being known as “x’s sister”.

But when I was pregnant with C I started thinking about it again. In my head, G was a perfect blend of my husband and I. Surely our offspring would inevitably be like, well, G?

And after C arrived I found myself comparing purely so I could better understand what made her unique and different to her big sister.

But there are times when I just have to accept that C and G have both come from the same tree. Like when I put C in this hand me down dress and realised there was a picture on the wall of G wearing the same dress, at around the same age.

C might have slightly longer and slightly less blonde hair, and have her own distinctive personality traits, but there’s really no denying that they are sisters, is there?

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Play Together Nicely Now

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One of the things I’m looking forward to with C is her being old enough for the girls to play together. Whilst I’m loving that G is old enough to be independent whilst I’m sorting out the baby, it will be lovely to see them enjoying each other’s company, and yes, also enjoying the peace and quiet for me, however short lived.

I’m sure there’ll be plenty of tantrums, tears and shouting ‘I hate you’ at each other in the years to come, probably over who stole whose clothes from the wardrobe. But I’m hoping those moments will be outweighed by sisterly affection and afternoons spent entertaining each other with games of make believe, dressing up and dancing.

I got a sneak peek at this idyllic future this morning when G decided to turn C’s playmat into a den where they could play together. Easily done, with a blanket over the top (who needs fancy toys anyway).

So far, so very cute.

Then G decided she wanted to play in the den on her own.

“Shall I move C?” I asked her.

All too excitedly she called back “yes Mummy, get rid of C! Get rid of her!”

Idyll, shattered.