Bringing Maya Home: Janis's Story

The following story demonstrates some of the challenges and pleasures involved in developing a different perspective on sibling relationships.
I remember sitting on the couch with my infant daughter and her older brother. As I began to wonder if there would be enough of my hugs and time to go around, I looked over at him holding her and realized that what was happening between them was not only nurturing her, but Calvin as well. I realized that it was as satisfying for him to hold his sister as it was for him to be held and snuggled by me. "Ah-ha!" I thought. "Now our family has even more resources, rather than fewer."
But, as you may have guessed, they weren't snuggling forever. Soon afterwards, Maya, the (brand-new, delicate, fragile) baby was laying on the living room floor in the sun. Her energetic brother leaped across where she was laying and kicked her with his foot. She started crying and as I started over to her, Calvin immediately came over to me and said, "I'm sorry, Mom."
I realized at that moment that this was between Calvin and his sister. So I told Calvin to talk to Maya about it. As he bent towards her, bringing his four-year-old face up close to her scrunched-up red one, touching her cheek with his play-stained fingers, she began to quiet. He said, "I'm sorry, Maya." He continued talking to her and gently touching her, and as he did so, she began to know him as a gentle and caring person. Calvin left that interaction, not as a person who had kicked his sister, but as an active, curious, compassionate person who had made a mistake and had helped to fix it.
Yet even though I can tell this story now, it wasn't easy for me to let them have that time and space. Several times during their interaction, I wanted to jump in, to pick up "my" crying baby and comfort her. I had an urge to yell at Calvin for being careless around his sister and to send him away. I wanted to interpret her crying for him, as if he couldn't understand it herself: "It hurts her when you kick her." (You are not only clumsy, but you can't read a simple human communication.) But part of me knew, deep down, that she wasn't "my" baby. She was her own person and a full member of our family with individual relationships with each one of us. And so I took a deep breath, trusted, and watched as their relationship began to grow and deepen.
For more on sibling relationships, see "Sibling Spats."




Excerpted from Becoming the Parent You Want to Be: A Sourcebook of Strategies for the First Five Years by Laura Davis and Janis Keyser.
Copyright © 1997 by Laura Davis and Janis Keyser. Excerpted by permission of Broadway Books, a division of the Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.