The Birth Of My New Brother

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I sat anxiously in a hospital waiting room eating the colorful candy, Starburst, with my aunt. The wait seemed to drag on for eternity but finally my step-dad came through the doors exclaiming, “he’s here!” Becoming a big sister brought joy to my family, helped me cope with change, and develop a sense of responsibility. Up until March 5th of 2009, I had been an only child. Many big changes occurred in my life the year prior to the birth of my new brother. My mom became remarried, we moved to a bigger house down the same street, and there was talk of a new baby in the future. The remarriage was a small celebration held at a quaint location on a chilly fall night, a night you would rather be snuggled up on the couch with warm, fuzzy blankets drinking from a mug of hot cocoa. The move was a breeze, as I can just about see the old house through the tall maple trees from the new. I carried whatever I could back and forth, running quickly back down the street to grab more. The excitement of a new house chasing me to and from. Lastly, the talk of a sibling. I wasn’t sure what to think. The thought of a sister excited me, but a brother not so much. I wanted to share my dolls and dress up, not have to play with mud and trucks. Despite my wants, I had a feeling it was going to be a boy. The day of the ultrasound, I made a bet with my step-dad the baby would be a boy. After, I was a dollar richer and a sister of a brother to be. Having to wait a few more months to meet the little guy would be torture, as the anticipation was killing me slowly. I may not have been ready for the changes made and the ones to come, but I took them like a champ. The night before my brother came into our lives, we went to gymnastics, a staple Wednesday n... ... middle of paper ... ...ave me a bright pink gift bag stuffed with shiny silver tissue paper to open. Inside was a shirt that read “I’M A BIG SISTER!” I put the sister shirt on and saw everything differently. “Today marks an important day and you’re going to hold your brother even though you’re nervous, you’re going take responsibility and be the best caring, loving sister you can be”, I said silently to myself. I worked up the courage to hold Hayden, and he smiled up at me from the cocoon of newborn baby blankets he was swaddled up in. From that moment on, I have strived to be a positive role model for Hayden everyday. I’ve learned to love little kid activities again and try to make even bad days, fun. Becoming a sister has made me a better person, and taught me many life lessons, such as conquering challenge and change, making sacrifices, and learning to care for precious human life.

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