Finding A Place for Savannah 
(serious thoughts of Austin,  a three year old)
By Antje Hill

So this is what “little  sister” means.  She’s so small.  She smiles and cries. She’s  so soft. She gets lot of attention.. I  can  feed  myself and  almost dress myself. 
But she can’t. That means she’s going  to need a lot of help  for a long time. Where does that leave me? 

I wonder if Dad’s heart is big enough to love both of us.  He says it
is.  I hope he knows I still need him.  I have a lot to learn.  I don’t know
how to  whistle or make money or drive a car. But at least by now I
know how to walk and talk and laugh and cry.  Dad’s teaching me to
share and  to be patient when I don’t want to be.

She wears a lot  of pink, and ruffles and bows. I  like my denim  and
boots better. But she is kind of pretty. I  like the way
she smiles when I  touch her.

I wonder  if we could ever be friends.   Dad says he was a big brother
growing up.  Maybe she will like me being her  big  brother.  I might
could help her with  hard  questions.   She might need me to carry
her umbrella in  the rain or  pick her up when she falls down..

Dad says we are both  in his heart.  If his heart  is big  enough  for
both of  us,  I guess my heart  is big enough too. 
I will put  her in my heart.

As we grew up, my brothers acted like they didn't care,
but I always knew they looked out for me and were there!
~Catherine Pulsifer, Inspirational Words of Wisdom~