You’ll never remember the two and a half years you spent as an only child.
You’ll never remember life before your little brother; before you were promoted and given the title Big Brother.
You’ll never remember a time you didn’t have an upstairs bedroom and that your brother’s room was once yours.
You’ll never remember that two days before your brother was born I made us take this picture.
That this is the last picture we have of you as an only child; our last picture as a family of three.
You’ll never remember that I hugged you extra hard as you left for school the Friday before you became a big brother. That I sobbed as you walked out our front door saying “bye, Mommy.” for the last time as an only child.
You’ll never remember that you went to bed on a Saturday night as our only baby and that when you woke up on Sunday we weren’t there because your brother was being born.
But I will.
I’ll remember all of those things. I’ll remember the two and a half years where my time and energy weren’t divided; where my sole focus was you and your every need.
But, I’ll also remember the look on your face when you came to visit us at the hospital to meet your baby brother. How you beamed the best, most proud smile I’ve ever seen. How you immediately knew to be soft and gentle with your brother.
I’ll remember your sweet voice saying “hello” and “I love you.” And how you gave soft kisses on his head.
I’ll remember that you were very concerned about all the people looking at your brother and you instructed the nurse “don’t hurt my baby brudder.”
I’ll remember how excited you were when we came home with your brother and how you just wanted to sit next to him and hold his hand.
You’ll never remember any of that. But I will.
And I’ll get to witness every single day of you as a big brother.