"Mama, Jack said I was small": When size matters
"Mama, Jack said I was a small boy," said my four-year old, a little forlorn. "He said I couldn't play basketball. Aren't I a big boy?" Many children pride themselves in being independent, being "big", being capable, and - yes - being athletic and coordinated.
Growing up, I was often on the smaller side. I was an autumn baby, always a bit younger than all the rest. I think I was pretty fit and active, and I had a good shot at being chosen early on teams for games like capture the flag.
A friend commented the other day that her son was feeling less confident on his basketball team, being one of the shorter members. He, a fifth grader, was about the same height as his 2nd grade sister.
Does size matter? A few years back, we talked about being vertically challenged and some medical interventions. But for those that let height run its natural course, how has size played out on the playground, on sports teams, in friendships and beyond? Is it a big deal when they are younger? Is it a bigger deal when they are older? Is it not a big deal at all?