Our middle son was born bigger than his brothers, with a sturdier, huskier build. He constantly asks for more food, and when we serve it to him, he complains that the serving we’ve dished up is too small. He can wear the same clothes as his brothers, but on him those clothes are tighter and more likely to be high waters than dragging hems.
I can’t help but wonder, is this pattern of wanting the biggest of everything a sign that this child Thinks Big? Could this mean that when he’s older, he’ll want a monster truck instead of our modest pickup? Will he insist on the big corner office instead of the tiny cubicle? Will he bypass VP and aim straight for the Presidency? Oh my, the things his future holds.
But I’m getting ahead of myself–and ahead of him. He’s only three years old! Even so, something tells me that our middle child really is meant for Big Things . . . and that he won’t be the “middle” anything for long.