For classification purposes, we have two categories of children: Bigs and Littles. If you know we have three children in our house, you may wonder how both of those labels can be plural. We should have two Bigs and a Little or a Big and two Littles. Instead, we have Bigs and Littles.
This is possible because our middle child, Buster, is a size chameleon. When the conversation is about who has a full day of school and who has a half day, he’s a Big, burdened with long hours of 1st grade learning. When the issue is who should use a booster seat, he’s a Little. This is how we squeeze two Bigs and two Littles from three boys.
Big Brother is always a Big, and Big Man is always a Little. It’s only Buster who turns the majority in favor of one side or the other.
Big Man understands he is always a Little. He also understands other things that sometimes make us wonder if he is not the truest Big in our house:
Over Spring Break, our babysitting situation was cast into flux. We had to quickly come up with a new babysitting schedule for when school resumed. As my wife scrambled to fill in the gaps of the work week with coverage, she ran her plan by me.
The new plan relied upon multiple sitters with varying schedules, meaning I would have to adjust my schedule to make it work. It meant the Bigs would also have to adjust their morning habits to get to school on time.
As we discussed the new plan, we were sitting at the table with Buster and Big Man. My wife asked if the new schedule worked for me. “I can make it work,” I answered, “but how will the Bigs feel about it?”
“I don’t care how they feel about it at this moment,” she replied. “First I need to find something that works.”
Big Man’s mouth fell open. He looked from one unfit parent to the next. Imagine a four-year-old, eyes wide in disbelief, arms extended, hands held out in bewilderment at our callousness. “One of the Bigs is sitting right here!” he pointed out, nodding toward his older brother. “And you say you don’t care how he feels? He can hear you, you know.”
For the record, Buster was not nearly as outraged as his little brother was outraged for him. But Big Man is right: you should send the children from the room when the façade of household democracy needs to be torn down by the parental oligarchs.
Mommy explained that we all care about Buster’s feelings, but there are sometimes when everybody in the family has to make some sacrifice for the good of all. That conversation was sweet and sensitive, and not entertaining, so I’ll move on to the point.
For a Little to put himself in somebody else’s shoes, and speak with empathy for that person, is a pretty Big thing.
A proud moment and a testimony to great parents.
He must have inherited his emotional intelligence from his Mama.
I’m sure it’s from both.
You two hypocrites have apparently taught Big Man well. He gives a pretty impassioned lecture! Long live the sweet, sensitive oligarchy! 🙂
Finally! Someone who understands our parenting strategy. Smoke and mirrors all the way!
Funny. I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with child care any more. I get stressed out just reading about it.
You ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie, I say as I miss work to stay home with a “sick” kid. He’s perfectly fine but the school won’t let him come because he came home early with a low grade fever yesterday.
Seriously, the child care thing is awful. Hope he’s back in school again soon.
Finally freed from Ebola monkey house arrest.
Yes it is!