Personal Narrative: A Personal Experience Of Having A New Baby

September 1, 2008. I was 10 years old and had no idea how much my life was about to change.

Maybe it's cliché because everyone always talks about how much their lives have been altered following the birth of a child, but again I was 10, I was nervous, and as much as I thought I wasn't, I was clueless.

From the moment I lifted my head off of the pillow that smelt of my mother's Chanel No. 5 perfume, I'll never forget the first words I heard my aunt scream that day with the phone pressed against her ear, "it's a boy, it's a boy!"

As my siblings and I were cuddled in my parents bed in their absence, my brother soon raced out of the room knowing that his prayers for a brother, or maybe not for yet another sister, have finally been answered.

My sweaty palms clenched those of my brother and sister as I thought about how there was another one of us now. I like to think that I was a pretty wise 10-year-old because even though I was the dreaded middle child, I thought I was more aware of what was happening than the other two. Of course the anticipation of having a new baby around was exciting, but my entire life I had always been one to look at both the positives and the negatives of pretty much

She sees so much of my personality in his and I never would have thought this to be true before. That day was almost 10 years ago, and every September 1st that has passed has reminded me of how lucky I am. When I look back, remembering all of my fears, a new thought always pops up in my mind; how different it would be if he wasn't here. The laughter would be less, the house would be emptier, and our lives would not consist of so much joy. I matured at such a young age; from changing diapers and preparing formula to now driving to soccer practice and having lightsaber battles on a daily basis. I feel privileged that I was old enough to remember this milestone in my family's lives and I feel privileged that I get the opportunity to watch him grow. Being a role model for my brother has allowed me to learn about how to take care of children and also about how much of a pleasure it really is. Because of this experience I know that I would love to have children of my own one day, and I have him to thank for