We feed our 2 year old son steroids for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Kidding we don’t but by the size of him, you’d think we did.
I often worry about his size. Not that being a tall person is bad but we all know how kids are. I’ve already heard comments on the playground from other older kids such as “Mom, why is that kid still wearing a diaper?” and “Don’t talk to that kid. He’s stupid and he can’t talk”…that? breaks my heart. I find myself running to his rescue on the playground and having to explain (and sometimes scold…yes I do) to the older kids that he’s only 2.
I’ve watched my nephew grow from wee one to handsome 13 year old. He is 6’6 already and he hasn’t even hit puberty yet. He is the victim of bullying because of his size. Can you believe that? He could probably kill someone yet HE is the VICTIM. It breaks my heart.
Chunky doesn’t understand why some of the kids ignore him on the playground or why some ADULTS gasp at the grocery store when they see him with a soother (yes, he still sucks on a soother) but he’s getting older and wiser. I just pray that his size is never something to be ashamed of.
But when I watch him on the playground he holds his own. He is so much more confident and outgoing than I ever was and is.
That’s something that I had always hoped of my child. He makes me so proud.