When my brother was close to being born my parents bought me a strawberry shortcake doll and a book about siblings to try and teach me the "you will not be the only one" lesson.
I loved the book they gave me, it was all about a big package coming to the house and the child can't wait to find out what it is...and what's inside.
He goes through all of the possibilities one bypassing the next in greatness.
Finally the mother opens the box and it's a stroller.
The gift isn't even for him.
It's for a new baby that's coming.

The child is stunned for another three pages when this is revealed.

Finally another package comes and the kid has accepted that it must be another stroller for this baby, and dismisses it.
The wonder of packages has worn off.

When his mother opens this package, out comes a brand new red tricycle!
And it's for him...everyone knows babies can't ride tricycles!
He gets on it and wheels all over town happy as can be.

Today.
I got a package.

It's not a baby, or a stroller, or a tricycle.

Today....I finally got an oven for my apartment. A big shiny brand new oven.
I've lived seven years without being able to make a turkey on Thanksgiving, or cookies for special rainy days, or cakes for birthdays.

Now...I can be a baker.

I'm gonna go ride that oven all over town.