Thinking BIG

Why is it that the fraternal boy in our trio…

insists on the real edger instead of the small green toy edger?

insists on real brooms and rakes instead of the childsize versions?

insists on the real mower instead of the bubble-blowing, non-lethal plastic kind?

insists on nearly life-size excavators instead of the petite Matchbox?

insists on the serving spoon while his brothers stick with teaspoons?

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.