Throwback Thursday – No More Baby Last

As the last born of the family, I had many privileges. Aside being pampered by my parents, I received TLC from not only my older siblings, but my neighbors and relatives. “Kaakyire Ahuofe”, Mama used to hail me. I basked in the glory of being the last born. From toffees, to treats, basically pampering! Something happened that made me learn one of my first lessons as a child, “No condition is permanent”.
At first, as naïve as I was, I thought perhaps Mama was eating or drinking too much. What else would cause her belly to protrude? Few months later, I was told I was about to get a little sister or brother and that the last baby on its way was the reason for Mama’s protruding belly. My naïve mind couldn’t fathom the thought. I felt betrayed, deceived, and angry. How could they find a replacement for me? Did they not like me enough? Who was this baby? Why couldn’t it stay wherever it was? Why did it want to take my happiness, my joy! I cried for days and loathed the sight of Mama’s protruding belly. Oh yes, I was that “spoilt”.
I returned home months later after school to hear soft baby squeals. Curiosity taking a greater part of me, I rushed inside only to meet my whole family with a bundle wrapped in white cloth in Mama’s hands– my baby brother was born. I was no more the adored Kaakyire Ahuofe. No more Baby Last of the family. The days that followed Kwaku, my little brother’s birth were memorable ones. I was beginning to have mixed feelings about the whole “Baby Brother Deal”. Kwaku was such an adorable baby that all my pent up anger evaporated upon beholding his face. I used to stare at him for days with curiosity and amusement. I had grown to love and adore him.
I was now a big sister– someone Kwaku would one day live to emulate and respect. I was expected to stop throwing tantrums, whining, and behaving childishly. I had a baby brother, and that alone was a great responsibility for me. Growing up with him, I became the female version of his role model, wielding authority to chide him should he misbehave. I was now a big girl, taking charge of the welfare of my little brother. Through Kwaku’s birth, I learnt important life lessons; lessons about responsibility, acceptance, and good examples.

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Ms Scribbler

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