When I found out I was pregnant with my son, I realized nine months out was (approximately) my daughter's 5th birthday. So, when it was time for delivery, of course the baby wanted to arrive on his sister's big day because, why not start ruining her things right off the bat? I'm kidding, of course (sort of), but of all the things every toddler is thinking when they meet their baby sibling for the first time, I'm sure, "I'm excited to share a birthday with you for the rest of our lives," isn't one of them.
Of course, I couldn't manage to birth another baby on the exact same day again without some kind of witchy magic and, honestly, I thought it'd set them up for the kind of bond most siblings wish for (it didn't). Even still, my husband and I made sure our daughter was the first to hold her new baby — even before me — to ensure they got off on the right foot. Initially, all went well as we presented our daughter with a "big sister" book to read to the new baby and a birthday cake. When I look back at the pictures, she seemed happy and proud to hold the grand title of "protector to the tiny baby," and, for the rest of that day, she was.
I won't go into what their relationship turned into all these years later, only because it ruins the magic of that first innocent greeting. Instead I like to imagine what went through her mind as she looked at her brother for the first time, as I'm sure most toddlers would feel the very same.