The other day, I was chatting with a friend and she was lamenting about how small her son is. At eight years old, he’s just 59 pounds, and his six-year-old sister is catching up. They’ve been worried about it and working to help him gain a little weight.
Now, I don’t like to brag, but when it comes to small sons, I win, every single time. You think your kid is skinny? You think your kid is short? You think your kid is little?
Yeah. The Captain is little. At age 10, he weighs just 51 pounds. (Actually, since Gal Smiley at age almost-9 also weighs 51 pounds, he likes to point out that he weighs 51 POINT EIGHT pounds, which is TOTALLY BIGGER.) He’s the shortest in his class, at four foot two. Given that it’s a combo 4-5 class, there are some real big guys in there with him, making him look even tinier. I’m always worried that one of the other kids in the class is going to huff and puff and blow him away.
He never expresses any concern about it, and he has friends and buddies and fits in okay and it’s all good. But sometimes, I’ll catch a glimpse of him with his school mates and see that, oh my heavens, he is SMALL. The other day, I was picking up the Little Miss from kindergarten and we saw his class heading into the gym for an assembly, and it was like tall, tall, tall, SUPER SHORT DUDE, tall, tall, tall. I was a little alarmed.
So lately I’ve been all about the chips, and ice cream, and pie (he has discovered pie!!! He’s my child after all!!!). His lunches have cookies every day. I worry, oh I worry, about what he’s eating, about how much he’s eating, and how much he’s gaining, or not.
Gal Smiley is small too, the smallest and shortest in her class (it’s genetics), but it’s never as big a deal when it’s a girl, is it? Little girls can be sweet and charming. Little guys can be pushed around. NOT FAIR.
All this is to say, there’s no resting easy when you’re a parent, is there? There’s always something. This one is too big, this one is too small. This one has a weird rash, this other one sniffles all the time for no apparent reason. One has too many friends, questionable friends, not enough friends, no friends.
I have a happy, healthy, smart, and funny kid. He’s also small. There’s just has to be something to worry about, doesn’t there? A mother’s mind is never at rest. GAH.