Sweet Brother

I know I was the one to blame when Olivia came back from Evan’s best friend Matthew’s birthday party all crying and upset because she did not get a goody bag. Thinking she would not be interested in playing with a bunch of three year olds, I did not include her when I RSVP’ed to Matthew’s invitation. Apparently I underestimated Chuck E. Cheese’s temptation to a six year old.

She felt so wronged and complained to me: “Whenever Evan goes to my friend’s birthday parties, he always get a goody bag and this is the first time I went to his friend’s birthday party and I did not get one. It is unfair!” Then she ran upstairs to her room and continued crying.

After I finished changing Evan, I said to him: “Mommy needs to go upstairs to take a look at Olivia, she is very upset.” Evan said: “I will give her a hug and kiss, she will feel better.” “Okay.” Then we both went to her room.

Olivia was still lying on her bed bawling. I sat on her bed and held her in my arms and told her that it was my fault that she did not get a goody bag and it was no big deal not getting one as they were all baby goodies, which would not be much fun for her anyway.

While I was consoling her, Evan climbed up on her bed, kneeing down besides us and gave her a hug and a kiss and said: “Via (Olivia), I love you.” Olivia was still crying, so I hugged her tighter and used one hand rubbed her back saying: “Don’t cry, it is okay, it is okay.” Evan saw it. He started to use one hand stroking the top of Olivia’s head. He kept on doing it for a couple of seconds and then turned to her face saying: “It is okay, Via. I love you.” It was just so cute.