I was 3 when my sister Jaynie was born and I remember being in the back of the old black, Pontiac when Dad drove Mum to hospital. Although I don’t remember any jealous rages I do remember feeling left out when Mum and her friend, Doreen, spent ages using “Curly Pet” to make dozens of tiny, little curls all over Jaynie’s head.
One incident fuelled purely by jealousy though I do remember. When Jaynie was to start school Mum took her along for her first day but hearing the teacher coo, “Oh, she’s so little”, Mum took her home again having decided she could wait another 6 months. I think Mum expected Jaynie to be the last of her brood but 5 years after she was born along came Cathy. The day Mum and Cathy were to come home from hospital I knew Jaynie would get home first but somehow I convinced her she should wait for me so we could go home together. It was a nasty stunt though because after we’d walked a little way along the road from the tram stop I took off running so I could be the first to see the new little baby. I don’t remember Jaynie’s reaction but it’s more than likely she just accepted it as normal and nearly 60 years later she probably has no recollection of it at all but I still feel ashamed.
You didn’t know that about Nana, did you?
Musings of a Retiring Person 