A new baby started at my nursery school this week. He is around one-year-old and in the same class as me because our school year starts in April and ends in March. I am early born and nearly a year older than him but we are in the same grade. He is so little and still a baby that he can do that much. He’s not walking or talking, or doing much else. I remember what that is like. When I started nursery school last year I was pretty much the same. I took it upon myself to take care of him. My teachers were pleasantly surprised to find that I gravitated toward him a lot and looked out for him. I pretty much did not leave his side. I watched out for him, played with him, and started to teach him things. I think he was happy that I was there to take care of him. It is almost like I have some big brother instincts that kicked in and I just wanted to be there for him. I have been the baby in my family for almost two years and had to be taken care of all this time. It is nice to see a baby younger than me and take care of him for a change.
When Mommy and Daddy heard about this and saw the picture of me hold the babies hand, they were so proud of me and I think their hearts melted a bit. Their little baby is now a big-brother-like little boy.