I tried not to have many expectations for that first encounter. We’d been talking about the new baby for so long that I wondered if Simeon really believed us anymore. Nine months must seem like forever to a two-year-old.
On the day after Frances’ arrival, Sim wheeled into our cozy little hospital room and plopped down on the fold-out couch. I wrapped his sister in a blanket and sat down beside him. I figured I would let him take the lead on this one.
Truth is, the kid has been around quite a few babies in his two years. He’s a big fan of babies, actually. But I’ve never seen him behave the way he did when he met Frances. I thought he might be indifferent or uncomfortable. I thought her crying would probably scare him. I thought he might take a brief interest and then move on to more interesting toddler business.
Instead, the most lovely thing happened.
Simeon looked at that little girl and he just knew. He knew she was part of our family. He knew she was his sister.
He was completely overcome. So was I.
I spent a lot of time worrying over how this new addition would affect the dynamic in our home but, the moment I saw these two together, those fears went right out the window. That first meeting felt like an answer to prayer. We’ve been home for four days now. It hasn’t all been smooth and I can tell Sim is feeling unsettled and unsure of our new circumstances. There have been tantrums and lots of fussing directed at Greg and me, but one thing has been clear from the start– Simeon loves this little girl.
So do we.
And I’m pretty sure she loves us too.
We captured their first meeting on video. I’ve probably watched each of these clips 100 times. I think I might be addicted to my children– is that a thing?
It’s hard to hear, but at the 0:48 second mark you’ll see him start whispering her parts. He gets through “toes, head, arm…” before the excitement is just too much and he squeals with complete joy. I’m pretty sure my heart exploded at that moment.
Music: “My love is grown” by Aaron Roche