Monday, April 12, 2010
I knew it was coming: The day when Amelia realized that her brothers had each other and she was alone.
Just yesterday I looked out at her playing on the swing in the backyard by herself and said to Jeff, "I know this is crazy, but I wish Amelia had been a twin."
Then today, we had a play date planned and Amelia's friend got sick so they had to cancel. We walked down the street to a neighbor's house to see if they wanted to play, but no one was around.
As we walked home, a very disappointed Amelia asked, "Mom, who am I going to play with?" She gestured at her brothers in the stroller and said, "They all have a friend, but I don't have anyone."
My heart broke for her.
I told her that her brothers were her friends, too, and we could all play together, but even as I said it I knew it just wasn't the same.
As soon as I found out I was pregnant with the triplets I hoped that I would have a girl. I wanted Amelia to have a sister, and I thought it would help offset the feeling of being odd one out.
Clearly, that didn't happen, and that's OK. I know that Amelia and her brothers will love each other fiercely and be good playmates as they get a little older. But I also appreciate her need to have someone her age and gender to play with.
Fortunately we live in a neighborhood with several little girls Amelia's age, so playmates aren't usually hard to find. And getting her together with friends will be easier as everyone gets a little older. But it doesn't change the fact that day in and day out, Amelia will never have a built-in buddy like the boys have.
But she'll always have three adoring brothers, and that's pretty good, too.
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