I often want to explain to our son that his existence is more significant than he realizes or boasts to others. That his being is not based on that of his brother’s, and that he has more of an identity that he can be proud of, but that may just confuse him at this point. Maybe my husband and I should have approached the subject differently. We obviously constructed a tempting image in the child’s eyes. It had become a facade that he did not allow to be ignored by anyone who dared to show indifference. So until he does realize and understand his own individual potential and until he becomes proud of his own existence, my husband and I will have to simply endure the monster that we created. At least he is happy and he loves his little brother, and he sure is loved back. When our 11 month old sees his brother coming though the door, his big brown eyes light up and the biggest grin brightens his face. From that expression it is very easy to read the words he is repeating in his mind. "That’s my big brother," he glows as he rocks in one spot and laughs excitedly, “That’s my big brother and I am so lucky to have him.”