An OLDER Sibling for Melissa

The other day at the library, Melissa stalked a girl about her age (or maybe a month or two older). Yes, stalked, or maybe harrassed her - the poor girl couldn't do anything; read a book, walk, exist. Melissa was right there, touching her, grabbing her, playing with her hair. The look of horror the girl would shoot at me was priceless :). But it was all out of love; Melissa had a fascination smile on all the time.

Next to the girl there was her 5 year old sister, who loved talking to me looking deep into my eyes, saying things like, "every may 24th [guessing, don't remember] I have a birthday, but on one may 24th I was a baby too." So cute. Both were adorable, but the cutest thing was Melissa's adoration to them. She seemed the most adventurous I'd ever seen her. The 1 year old was way past the learning to walk phase she's now, running and climbing everywhere. Melissa thought it was the coolest thing ever. She knows how to walk, but still kinda prefers to do it holding on to our finger. At that moment, though, she wanted to be exactly like her more developed friends.

I heard that 2nd (or 3rd, or 4ths and so on) kids develop faster than the first born, because they have an example to follow. I have 2 older sisters, and watching Melissa so inspired made me wish she was a younger sibling too. Maybe I should adopt. Or maybe teach her about personal space (eh, no - I'd rather squeeze her all the time instead :).