But time has moved on and he's growing. There are times I look at him and he is bigger. Stronger. Smarter. More awesome. He's starting to do big brother type stuff. You know "the stuff", antagonizing, hugging too hard, hiding all the toys, being a turd to her one minute and then loving the stuffing out of her the next.
Sometimes I fall into thinking that he should "know better" or that he should be the more responsible kid. Ya know, because he's got 21 months of life more than she does. But then I snap out of it. That's not much time in the scheme of things. Three years old is still just three years old. Even if he is the bigger of the two. He's just a babe, himself. He's still very little and he not yet ready to accept the responsible older brother role.
He needs time with his Sesame Street pillow. He deserves to grow at his own pace. And it is our job to remember that.
*Sunday's Pearl is something kind of like wisdom wrapped up in an idea or random bit of something or another. It might be something awesome, something awful or a lesson that I learned during the week. Every Sunday I put that lesson here. Let my wisdom words inspire or frighten you. xoxox, Mama Pants *