My seven-year-old son, Ben, begged for a sibling for almost three years.
Every birthday, every Christmas, every random Tuesday when he thought persistence might finally wear us down, he asked the same question.
“When am I getting a baby?”
My seven-year-old son had begged for a sibling for years, so when his baby sister Brenda was born, I thought his sudden obsession with sleeping under her crib was sweet. Then one night, I heard him whisper something through the baby monitor that made me stop in the hallway.
