A Childs sensitivity
Yesterday, I brought DS in to work with me for a few hours, in order to take care of a number of urgent issues.
In my cubicle there are 4 family photos. One of both kids together, A4 in size. One of DS and I, ½ an A4 and another of identical size of DD…these were all printed at home using a color printer on regular paper. Additionally there is a small photo that was given to me of DH, DD and My self. This photo wasn’t take by us and DS wasn’t with us when it was taken.
DS looked at all the photos and asked: “Why aren’t I in this photo?”.
All I could do is just reply honestly, as I always do. I told him, I hadn’t taken the photo, that it was taken I believe by his friends mother near his kindergarten last year.
I have to keep reminding my self, not to take for granted that DS knows we love him as much as we love his sister and that he is still as important to us as he always was, even before he became an older brother. The fact is, from his point of view, the world is a completely different place since he became an older brother and still needs reassurances that we do indeed love him just much.