The Big Sister Gift
September 25th, 2011
I have two pet peeves when it comes to children and birthdays (other than parties).
1) I hate it when kids open presents for someone else. Look, I know they like the ribbon and the bows and the paper and all that. But if I buy you a present, I want YOU to open it, not your kid. Sorry. We’re trying to teach this to Miss Mouse and thus refused to let her open Buggie’s presents. It drove her nuts. She actually had to spend a few minutes in her room because she Would Not Back Off. But she settled down eventually.
2) I hate it when parents try to maintain absolute equality between their children by buying presents for the non-birthday-kid. Attention parents: you don’t need to (and in fact cannot) treat your children equally at all times. There are occasions, like birthdays, which are inherently weighted toward one or the other.
Having said that, I shall now reveal myself as a great big hypocrite. I gave Miss Mouse a present on Buggie’s birthday.
Well, sort of. The present “officially” came from Buggie himself. We decided that this first year, it would be nice to acknowledge that Miss Mouse had been a truly wonderful big sister for a whole year. So her little brother “got” her a new baby doll.*
|“Thank you, Buggie!”|
The new doll’s name is Sasha. Mousie tried to name her “Pink Baby Doll,” but since she already has three dolls named that, we refused to let her and made her pick another name. So Sasha it is. Miss Mouse took her to bed last night (of course) and could be heard whispering — “I love you, I love you, I love you” — as they snuggled in together.
I asked her this morning if she loved Sasha, and she was quick to reassure me — “I love you, too, Mommy.” Thanks, honey. I love you, too.
* It’s actually the doll I bought to give her last year, but then didn’t give her because I thought she wasn’t old enough yet for a doll that nice. Waiting was totally the right decision.