Oliver … he has no clue what’s coming. In just under a week, our second son arrives. Though the chances Oliver will ever read this blog post are slim, I thought it would be a good time to write out a little message to the boy. If he could understand, this is what I’d tell him:
Oliver, you’re going to be a big brother soon.
Your mommy and daddy love you very much, and we will love our new son, too.
He’s going to be your little buddy.
Oh, sure, you’re going to fight on occasion.
But you will be the best of friends.
He’ll be a friend for life.
A friend who plays catch and passes pucks with you.
A friend who pulls for you and encourages you to be the best in everything you do.
A friend who comforts you through life’s highs and lows.
A friend who stands with you at your wedding, holds your children and grandchildren.
And a friend to console you when I’m gone.
You will have so much to teach your little brother.
He won’t be tiny for long.
Soon, he’ll be crawling, then walking, then talking, then singing and saying his ABCs, just like you.
He’s going to look up to you, so you need to be a good boy.
You’ll be his role mode – he’s going to try to be like you.
I can’t wait to see the two of you grow up together, side by side.
After the baby arrives, our lives will never be the same again.
Soon there will be four of us – well, five counting Molly.
Oliver, you’re going to be a big brother soon – a big, proud brother.
We love you very much.