There are people in life we think we know so well that we can always predict what they will do next. I figured Max fell into this category for me. After all, I am his mother and have spent literally everyday with him for the past two and a half years. So, I thought I knew what was coming when Jonas arrived. So I carefully planned and prepped.
We spent extra time together- reading books and cuddling. I would tell him all about baby Jonas and how Max would be the best big brother... and that Jonas would bring him a present. I saw everything go in one ear and out the other- except for the 'present for Max' concept.
Then the big day arrived. I saw what I expected. Complete denial of a new baby (with the exception of this one glance Max gave Jonas in the hospital), outrageous behavior, but enthusiasm for long-anticipated present (a car garage). I figured I was pretty much doomed to dealing with tantrums 24-7 for the next year and half as Max learned to accept the undeniable fact that he was no longer alone in the house.
But, what's this? When we brought Max home, we were greeted with huge hugs and "I missed you" s. He actually held Jonas, gave him a kiss (with a little hesitation, and wiping his lips afterwards!) and has been a wonderful big brother! Max has shown Jonas trains and cars and patiently tried to get Jonas to hold them, tried sharing his licorice (we had to explain the 'no teeth' thing as Max vigorously tried to get him to gum it), told him about Thomas (the train), and even asked to see him in the wee hours of the morning this morning. It turns out Max was listening after all- and all of my positive affirmations I thought were in vain, were right- Max is one amazing big brother.