A Different Kind of Big

On our way home from preschool today Phoebe told me, “Mommy, Lily called me little.”

“What do you think of that?” I inquired.  Being “little” is a touchy subject; sometimes she yearns to be a baby again and other times she wants nothing more than to grow up quickly.

“She was just kidding.  I’m a small-big.  I’m a different kind of big.”

This makes me so happy to hear.  It demonstrates that she believes:

  • “I don’t have to agree with your perceptions.”
  • “I don’t have to take offense to what you say.”
  • “I am worthy by my own standards.”

Right on, Phoebe.