Brother is continuously frustrated with being four.
He's too small for things like "helping Daddy get the sick people well," stirring things on the stove, having the patience for a little sister (soon to be two little sisters), swinging by himself, and reading.
He's too big for things like sippy cups (because that means the cup stays at the table), bucket swings (because Mommy can't lift him), and riding in the stroller.
We get one or two meltdowns a day on average. One just occurred the other day. It involved Sister and her babies (see previous post) and Brother's need to establish rules and for everybody else to play by them. As he sat on the step next to me, wailing, I told him he needed to calm down so we could talk.
His reply: "Mommy, sometimes you just need to find the end of your cry. I haven't found mine yet."
2 comments:
I just might have to use that last line in my writing class with my students!
He is very insightful!! LOVE HIM!
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