“It’s not fair!” you cry and you
whine and you pout. “I never get anything new!” For the youngest kid in
families everywhere, it’s a common refrain. Everything you have—your bikes,
your toys and your clothes—once belonged to someone else. You complain about
the indignity of wearing faded jeans and holey underwear, and I sympathize … I
But you know what? You don’t know
how good you have it.
That’s right. Compared to the
hothouse flower first-borns and the ignored middle children, you youngest kids
have it made. Sure, your tricycles might be dented and your shoes might be
scuffed, but what you lack in material things, you gain in street smarts and
Consider your older siblings: If
they are anything like my first born, they played only with chunky toddler-safe
toys and watched nothing but "Caillou"
until they went to Kindergarten. We parents hovered over them as they learned
to walk, attempted to ride a bike without training wheels, and went on their
first play dates.
You will take the world by storm. And that’s even better than a shiny new bike.
Compare that to your life: You were
allowed to eat Halloween candy as a baby and learned how to ride your bike by
wrestling it away from your big brother and insisting on doing it yourself.
Your role playing consisted of acting out scenes from "The Lord of the Rings" movies, much to the concern of your friends’
moms, but earning you a reputation as the preschool bad ass.
Despite your precocious antics, you
still remain the golden child of the family. As your big brothers and sisters
remind us, little ones really do grow up too quickly. Even when you are old
enough to wear deodorant, as long as you are younger and smaller than the next
guy, you will be comparatively cute and sweet—which means that even though you
are tougher than your older siblings, you wear it with an air of innocence.