It is so funny to me the things kids worry about as they get older. And I wonder where the concerns come from. Do they hear us talking and learn that it might be something they should worry about? Is it just part of their nature? Do they hear it from other, older kids?
Lately, Ryley and Grace seem to be very concerned about size. Not just their size, but the size of just about everything. Ryley is constantly checking to see how tall he is compared to me. Does his head reach higher on me today than it did yesterday? Is he still taller than Grace? And he is very proud of the fact that he is the second tallest boy on his soccer team, and fourth tallest boy in his kindergarten class. But this size comparison issue has moved on to other things. Are his meal portions the same as Grace and Ethan’s? Who has more juice in his or her cup? Yesteday, we were driving home from a meeting and he asked if our car was bigger than the car next to us, FOR EVERY CAR WE PASSED! (and this was a 20 mile trip!). It just makes me giggle….he is turning into a “typical boy”.
But I can’t just blame it on boyhood. Grace seems to be worried about this issue too. Our neighbor’s son is four. He will be for six more months. Yet he is a few inches taller than Grace. She was very confused and upset by this. When they were compared, and she came up “short”, she just kept saying “but I’m five!” not getting that age has nothing to do with height, especially between boys and girls. Grace is going to be vertically challenged. I’m fine with that, and I’m sure she’ll come to accept it some day, just as I did. But right now, it’s a little tough for her. I think it’s going to be even more difficult when our neighbor’s daughter. who is nearly three years younger than Grace, passes her by (her Mommy is pretty tall and she has been in the 80’s and 90’s for height since her birth). Poor Grace.
I do remember being a kid and always comparing. Did I get the same amount of ice cream as my brother or sister? Did I get as many gifts from Santa as my siblings? Were there as many kids at my birthday party as at my best friend’s party? Size mattered. But I’ve learned that it’s not the size of the meal, the number of guests, or the height of the child that matters. It’s the heart that matters. I just hope my children learn that as well. In the meantime, I just giggle when Ryley asks if our car is as big as the cement truck next to us and gives me a “BUMMER!” when he finds out it is not.