Almost two years ago, Zoey was born. Shelly and I were in the nursery ward at Providence Saint Joseph and I was sitting on the couch which was also my makeshift bed from the night before. Trystan was at a children’s party with Kayla. Ben and Sheri took him when Shelly started going in to labor the day before. Zoey was in her crib sleeping next to Shelly. We were tired, happy and in awe of the new addition to our family. I couldn’t stop looking at her. After taking her out for some tests, they brought her back in with a little pink bow in her hair. It was held on by a small drop of petroleum jelly. This is one of the reasons we love this hospital so much; the amazing staff.
There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” Shelly said. A Catholic nun walks into the room. Everyday she makes her rounds in the hospital to read scripture and give communion to the patients. We chatted with her for a few minutes before she continued on. We learned something from her that day that we have lived by and I believe is what makes Trystan and Zoey’s relationship the way it is.
“Is this your first baby?” Sister asked.
“No, she has a big brother.”
“Let me give you some advice. If both babies are crying, take care of the older one first. The second one won’t remember anything, but the first one will and might hold it against the baby.”
So from that day on every time Zoey and Trystan would both need attention, it doesn’t matter which one started crying first, we would go to Trystan and make sure that he was taken care of. About a year later, when both of them were in need of attention I went directly up to Trystan to see what he needed. He saw me coming and stopped calling for me, instead he pointed and directed me to Zoey. “Look Daddy! Zoey is crying.” Since then, little by little he began to look to her needs more and more.
Here is a heartwarming episode that just happened this morning. Shelly had already left for work, Trystan and I finished breakfast, and Trystan was working on a homework assignment on his little table (yes, he already has homework at 3 years old). I hear Zoey crying from the bedroom so I bring her to the dining room table to get her breakfast ready. Trystan walks over and shows her his page of upper and lower case letter B’s and she smiles in approval. He puts the paper back on the kiddie table, comes to the dining table and climbs on his chair. He grabs a paring knife and about six strawberries and starts slicing the leaves off each one. I wanted to capture him on video using a knife so I started filming. After getting two good shots, I turn my camera off. Then I hear him saying, “Here you go Zoey.” I glance back and catch him giving her all the strawberries that he had cut. Then he takes his bowl of muesli and yogurt and splits it with her… Just when I thought the cuteness was over, he gets his step stool from the bathroom and brings it over to the kitchen sink. He grabs his and Zoey’s cups, fills them with water and brings it to her at the table.
Well, Sister’s advice has worked amazingly for two. Hopefully she will be at the hospital when baby #3 is delivered and she could tell us how to play Zone Defense.