Nadia is keenly aware she is a little sister and she’s had more than a few questions about it.
Her latest: “Why was Simone born first?”
I don’t have a good answer. “Oh, my. I don’t know. Because she was. We made Simone first and then we made you. You know, we didn’t really decide who would be born first.”
She didn’t press the matter any further.
Best I can tell, Nadia wants to make sure she didn’t miss anything when she was not here and often asks about what happened before she was born. If she did miss something — and no one’s saying she did — she wants to know about it.
I cleaned out a closet the other day and sent the last of the small clothes packing. I’ve held onto a few items, and Nadia saw one of them. It’s a doll-sized pink dress that seemed so very large all those years ago. Simone and Nadia were photographed in it when they were each 6 months old.
“Look Simone,” Nadia said. “We both wore this dress when we were little.” Simone wasn’t interested, but Nadia acted like she’d found a historical artifact and held it up to her-much-bigger-self for comparison.
It’s like she’s piecing her history together, figuring out what came first. At the same time, she is testing us, making sure we’ll tell her everything, just in case she needs to call us on it later.