No Weed: Day 124

Kids: You Can Talk to Them, Sometimes

Before I had my own kid I was always a “kid person.” Frequently babysat my friends’ kids. Worked with kids for awhile. At parties, I would find the kids, and color with them or hang out with them instead of the adults.

I haven’t so much been that person since having my own. I mean, I’m still happy to babysit and consider myself a kid person. But I don’t think I could work with kids full time. And I definitely do not seek kids out in social situations. If I have time to talk to adults or even just have a quiet moment to myself I’m taking it.

But on the Fourth of July I had a chance to briefly hang out with a kid, a seven-year-old, and I was reminded of how rewarding that can be.

He asked me to play War with him and surprisingly my own kid sat down and watched and didn’t try to grab the cards. While we played we chatted about various things, like the massive scrapes up and down his leg from a recent bike accident.

With my second child on the way on my mind I said to him, “So what’s it like to have two little brothers?”

Without missing a beat he said, “It’s hard because everything is always about them.”

Playing Second – Or Third – Fiddle

I nodded and didn’t try to tell him that things were any other way than that. His brothers are two and an infant, I’m not sure the baby’s exact age. At seven, this kid is fairly independent, and I’m sure his mom relies on that so she can deal with the other two. That’s just a reality.

It is of course a tiny bit of a depressing reality. Or, if you think about kids with special needs – their siblings must get left in the dust sometimes too. I like to think it builds character and positively contributes to the development of their personality, but who knows.

The seven-year-old and I tied in War. I’m not willing to let kids win games. He’s a tough guy.

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