How to Prepare your Child for a Sibling?


Parenting has no right or wrong approach. The basic approach of how you want to raise your child is your style of parenting. It is a comprehensive term. Becoming a parent for the first time is a milestone in itself and preparing your first child for a new sibling is another milestone.

Before planning a second baby, we need to prepare our first child. The to-do-list to prepare your first child for a new sibling is must to know. Usually, the parents feel overwhelmed to have a second child but are the feeling same as it was for your first child? You need to consider the feelings of your first child before planning for the second one.

Of course, it is a tough task to prepare your child for a sibling but these tips might help you to sail through.

Tips for preparing your first child for a sibling

  1. Take the opinion of your first child if he wants to have a sibling or not. If he says no then respect his decision and give him some time to understand. Discuss with him about having a sibling, what does it mean or how do they help, love and care for each other.
  2. Instead of saying that, we are going to have a new baby, tell him he is going to have a new sibling. Tell him I have one baby now that is you and now you will have a baby. We all have to take care of the new baby together. He should realize that the new baby is coming for him.
  3. Read to him about siblings bond or sibling stories.
  4. Teach him how to take care of a new born by giving him a doll to play with as a sibling.
  5. Tell him about his birth stories and take a look at his infant pictures together.

Change routine before the new sibling arrives

  1. It is important to change the routine of your first child in advance before the arrival of new baby. He might feel ignored if you will change the routine later. He should not feel that his routine got changed due to the sibling.
  2. Explain to him that you are a grown-up child now and the new baby needs more attention and care. So all of us will take care of him together.
  3. Discuss the appropriate behavior between siblings. Make sure that the elder child does not vent out his frustration out on the new baby.
  4. Appreciate him for his good and mature behavior with his sibling.
  5. Teach him to eat on his own and sleep independently. Change these habits gradually.
  6. Involve your older child in daily chores and make him mommy’s little helper.
  7. Welcome his participation in taking care of his sibling. In this way, he will feel connected to the new baby.
  8. Be emotionally available if your first child seems more demanding as he might have been feeling ignored.
  9. Be flexible during the early weeks of the arrival of the second child.
  10. Have patience and follow positive parenting skills.

Share more tips on how to prepare your first child for a new sibling with us in the comments section below.

Wish you a very Happy Parenting!

My Elder Bro – My Guide, Friend, Mentor & Lifeline! #SiblingRivalry

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The relation of the sibling is a unique one in this world. It starts with confusion when the elder one is suddenly taken aback when he/she sees another kid joining their league, which eventually leads to a lot of fighting and crying while they are growing up and finally ends with immense love and respect for each other. They become each other’s backbone. From keeping secrets to guiding each other for the best, this is my, Mayank Manohar ode to the relation that I share with my elder brother Mrinal Madhukar.

The best memory that I have, which still wanders in the theatre of my mind, is when I was in 4th grade and my brother was in 6th, and we decided to save our pocket money to gift our parents something on their respective birthdays. It was really sweet of him to come up with the idea at such a young age and his will to make me understand. That’s how he is, someone who is always so caring about the people he loves that he will always do something special for them.
My brother has always been sensitive since he was a kid. I remember how when our cousins used to come over and leave, I was the least affected by anyone’s departure. But my brother would start crying from the moment he learned that people are leaving and the vacation was over. A few of my cousins prayed that my brother is asleep when they have to leave but seldom had it happened. For me, it was more disturbing that the vacation was over and it was time to go back to school. For him, people mattered, more than that the relationships mattered.
While growing up though I had my own tantrums, I still remember how we used to play WWE on our bed and always kept on trying to imitate the moves of those wrestlers. He would grab me, lift me and toss me on the bed and it always used to end with our laughter and warning from our mother that the bed will give up soon if we continued practicing the moves…and a day arrived, when planks of the bed were replaced. Mom premonition came out true.
The age when we were crazy about the magnets and would go to any extent to get one…it was easily accessible to get after operating the toy collection, we had. Once, we even ruined one of the soft toys that our mother loved, it was a monkey who used to blabber whenever it was slapped. We operated on him and got that big fat magnet out. We got good slaps multiple times for doing magnet business but trust me, it was worth it.
We have laughed together, cried together and have done a lot of mischiefs together but today both of us are on their respective paths to make something out of the life we have, the best part that exists is we have always got each other’s back. He would lie to our mother when she found something fishy in my bag ahead of my school exams. The way, he made our parents understand how I felt about engineering and how I wanted to do something else in my life.
He has always ensured that I get the best of everything while he would settle for normal things. For instance, I have stayed in many cities for my studies while he couldn’t. He always pushed me really hard for achieving everything that I aspire for. And the reason that I shared my emotions with him about how I felt about engineering was because being my big brother, he used to take my interviews and literally guide me how corporate interviews are supposed to be and how I was supposed to basically put a lot of butter on everything that I say with a lot of emphasis on a few keywords like team player, enthusiastic, optimistic, opportunist etc. It didn’t go well down with me and I realized after getting rejected umpteen times that I was made for something else. But unaware of the fact, my brother was speaking to all of his friends and colleagues to get me a better job on my merit.
That was when one fine day I decided to drop him a text explaining everything which led to one thing to another.  For four years  I am placed in Delhi, pleased and content with my choice of profession and aspiring for more & more.
I have always been on the other side of the shore, where I didn’t share the same aim as my bro to stick to the only study in schools or college. There were times when our teachers used to compare between me and my brother and there were times when I would get really agitated by his aim to study more and more. I received good scolding to concentrate on studies but my mind was always busy doing something creative. My bro has been the best student, best son, best brother, best friend and now a really good husband.
I wish him all the best in his life and hope that he gets the best of everything. I may not have been a good brother at times, but I know I have got your back…that’s my real strength.

Reminiscing those days of childhood, a plan struck to start a blog train on #SiblingStories and 36 Bloggers of them amalgamated to share their sweet, salt and pepper encounters of #SiblingTalk.Brand Angtatva collaborated with me to give a new shape to this beautiful blog train journey.
The Campaign #SiblingStories & #SiblingTalk hosted by Ila Varma in collaboration with Angtatva comes to an end after a month-long celebration of adventurous blog train trip with Siblings. I am happy that it ended peacefully minting excellent relationship with new and old bloggers from across the globe. The articles shared by all the participants are indeed wonderful, emotional and funny instances with our siblings and I am sure it has helped in unearthing new facts about our siblings.

Special Bonding – Sibling Love! #SiblingStories

Life is one, yet we are connected with so many people. I too have #SiblingStories and I am eager to share….and Yes, I got a chance to share.

#SiblingStories is a blogging train hosted by varmaila in collaboration with the Brand Ang-Tatva...Esteemed bloggers from blogging fraternity have joined hands to participate in the Blog train for #SiblingTalk reviving the sweet and tickling hours spent with loving siblings and revive golden memories of the past. 
We are 3 siblings. I am the youngest and pampered one born on Valentine Day 14th Feb, J moody at times, childlike at heart.
My Great Brother



I am blessed to have an elder brother who pamper me like a kid. He has always been naughty among all three of us. Our parents gave us great values that have nurture us not only as a person but overall as a good human being. Thanks to them for their love and unconditional support.

Among all three, I have always been a pampered child. I was young in the family so everyone used to listen to my wishes.  I used to have pillow fights with my brother, He used to pull my hair and run away. Then I used to cry louder and seek everyone’s sympathy.

 And then do I need to tell you?

Hahaha. My mummy used to do what… Brother Ki pitai. To honi he thi…
Kabhi Chappal, Kabhi Belan …

My parents used to scold him and ask him — is it a way to treat a younger sister and I used to feel aahhhhh. And wow… “Fir Kya” bas patch up. Happy ending with gifts and chocolate J

I remember when I had my school board exams, my brother used to drop me at board examination centre and he used to wait for full 3 hours till my exam gets over. That time it was a normal thing for me. But now when I think, I feel happy and blessed to be loved by all. That is all about #siblinglove
My Elder Sister

I have an elder sister too who is more like a mom to me, then a sister. She used to live with my granny (nani) more often and visits during weekends. So when she used to visit us, she was given a special treatment. My mother used to make special dishes.

She has always been responsible and favorite of all. Very respectful, sincere, caring loving and affectionate. In brief, I have inherited from my sis being a social and well-mannered child.

I am blessed to have a sister like her. There were times when I used to feel little annoyed with her over my mom’s inclination towards her. Because she is very understanding, so obviously, mom’s favorite. But over a period of time, I began to realise that there is nothing wrong in it. Parents love all their children alike.

Parents love is unconditional. They never demand anything from us in return.
I remember I was in class VII preparing for my history paper. I was so nervous that I fell ill. I was confused about a few chapters. My sister had helped me at that time. She explained each and every line of the chapter. That made me so confident that I never felt nervous again. I learned the technique of learning.

From that day onwards, I clearly understood that mugging up things won’t help me in the longer run. It’s better to understand the concept and then write on it…it was her guidance that proved helpful in my life.

It’s all about sibling love and the bonding that we 3 share. It’s so beautiful to do write up on this topic that I am feeling short of words. Sibling love is beautiful. Lots of fights, tears of joy, ocean of emotions and happy endings. All that matters when comes to #SiblingStories #SiblingTalk #Siblinglove.

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Pooja Budhiraja, a working mom, a blogger, social media influencer and a homemaker. I believe one should follow his/her dreams religiously and never say No before trying. Life is about Khatta-Meetha experiences and through this post I would like to bring back a few bits of lost innocence.

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Rakhi! #SacredThread #Relationships #Siblings

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Rakhi is celebrated in India with great pomp and show and with globalization & messages & advertisements on social medias, it has managed to crossed the borders.

In my life, Rakhi has been a silent affair, the reason…my brother is the fifth sibling…we all four were girls and his arrival was after a decade and till he could understand the worth of Sacred thread celebration, I was married off.
Cousins were there but they lived far off and we sent the Rakhi by post so at home, it was just like a normal day.

Even my Mom was only child of her family so there was no one from her side to turn up on the day of Rakhi.

Watching my other friends busy with the forthcoming celebration, at times, I felt sad but gradually, I managed to come out of it and when I was near to 10 or 11 years, I tied Rakhi on my hand as I did not consider myself less than a boy…in schools, I was known as Tom boy for my attitude. 😛

I too have two sons and no daughter so still it continues to be a silent affair. Initially, few girls of neighbor used to tie them Rakhi and to combat gloom on the celebration day, I prepared special dishes for the soul sisters and my boys gifted few bucks.

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Now when they have moved to other cities for work, they are lucky to have sisters in town and slowly the celebration has picked up and they try to visit their sisters on the auspicious occasion with gifts to celebrate.

My sons are typical. They don’t believe in receiving Rakhi by post and tying by themselves…If the sisters asked them to dispatch Rakhi, they answer them coolly “Why to waste money on sending Rakhi rather you treat yourself with that money” and till they were in their hostel life, never they celebrated the Rakhi festival or encouraged her sisters to send them.

I have three brothers, very junior to me in age…one brother is classic…he is of my elder son’s age…don’t think that it’s my parents mistake…it is the mistake of my Chacha. 😛

Nowadays, before Rakhi…I get bit busy by hooking on, on online portals to select a Rakhi for them and along-with it, I send almonds & nuts instead of sweets…as doctors has asked me to refrain from them so I see that they too don’t relish on them when I can’t….Sibling rivalry comes into the scene. 😀

I wish to bring in a change in the Rakhi celebrations…instead of tying Rakhi to brothers..it should be to tie to the Sibling irrespective of gender.

This way, it will add more fervor to the festival and the people who don’t have brothers or sisters won’t feel bad on the occasion…as I know the feelings that I underwent down the years.

Readers…if you agree with them…add your comments.

We can bring in a change in our society.

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Sibling Rivalry!!!

He and I were always on loggerheads. He was two years younger to me but he called me by my name and none disapproved because he was a boy, an awaited son after four daughters and was apple of the eye of all family members. I say all family members because we lived with our extended family.

I was the fourth daughter of the family and a distress to whole family when I was born. People wanted a son to carry the name of the family.

I hardly cared what his importance was. We were born to fight with each other either physically or verbally abusing each other…best example of sibling rivalry where we both couldn’t stand each other nor we could sit separate with each other…from where the attraction came to be seated in the same room, God knows…it seems the Law of Magnetism worked perfectly with us,“Like Poles Repel & Unlike Poles Attract”

When we were in kindergartens, we verbally abused each other but as we grew, we clashed physically and in the run of hitting each other, often one of us hit hard and got injured.

My Mom and elder sisters were at wit’s end and they tried different remedies to settle our scores and be amicable with each other…but literally, we never paid heed to it.

We enjoyed knocking, hurting & abusing each other.

Years rolled by but there was no improvement in our relationships…improvement was in our fights…we discovered improved tools to tease each other…we started pinching each other with the needles of compass and hit each other by rulers and getting stubborn with the passage of time.

My elder sis could not control her fears and one day, she spanked us hard and asked both of us not to talk with each other. She took promises from us that we won’t talk with each other.

It was deliberately done to put an end to this unending fight. We were in our teens…family people hurled such abuses that we  were worse than the guys of fish market…and really we were…we had learnt filthy and nasty remarks to ridicule each other…we both were competitors & complemented each other.

We stopped talking to each other but silent fight was on. He would hit me & I would pull his hair..but gradually with years, it came to a halt.

We got separated to pursue higher education and years after, we got married.

Gradually our interactions started over phone and after years of separation, I really missed him and recalling the childhood fancies, tears welled up and I missed him badly.

The separation brought us closer and our bond grew stronger and I could sense magic of warmth brewing in our relationship. Now, I feel that the bond was stronger in childhood too but the ways of expression was childish as sibling rivalry is, always ready to knock & attack each other either verbally or physically.

Now whenever we meet, we are quite amicable and understanding and now I find my kids at loggerheads, a bit refined in 21st century but more or less, they are the same as we were and when I am at my wit’s end, I recall my childhood days and refrain myself from scolding and a smile spreads recalling the glorious days of the past.

The gene of we two have sincerely passed into these four, two mine & two of my bro.

When my brother visits my place, I indulge in giving him a head massage with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil and don’t forget to pull his ears…he just smiles and says….”I miss those grand days of the past but the legacy is continued by our kids.”

And, we both laugh as how naughty we were.

Still examples of our fight is discussed in the family, our fights were so popular.

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