When we brought baby Liora home, my biggest worry wasn’t the feedings or the diapers—it was Ezra. My wild, loud, crash-into-everything toddler. He’d been our whole world for three years, and now we were asking him to share it with someone who couldn’t even sit up.
At first, he mostly ignored her. No tantrums, no jealousy—just confusion. He’d peek into her bassinet like she was an alien and ask if she was going “back to the doctor store soon.”
We didn’t push it. We let him find his way.
Then one afternoon, I found them like this.