It can be tricky to have children who are at different developmental stages. Our conservative strategy for navigating these treacherous waters is to wade in only as far as would be knee-deep for our youngest child. Recently, for example, the kids watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, even though the boys would much rather have seen Gravity. A couple years ago I caught my daughter, who was then six years old, reading The Hunger Games, which I had gotten for her oldest brother. I snatched it away from her and told her she could read it when she was older.
The other day I asked my thirteen year old son, “When do you think T will be old enough to read The Hunger Games?”
“Well, to be honest, I think she’s old enough now.”
“Really? But she’s only a third grader.”
“Yeah, but to tell you the truth, she’s way more mature than I am now.”
“Seriously? You really think so?”
“Yeah. And when I realized that, it kind of ruined my day a little bit. But I’ve come to terms with it, and I’ve accepted it now.”
This may also explain why I’ve heard the thirteen year old say to his younger brother, “We have to be nice to T now, so she’ll let us play video games in her basement when we’re all adults.”
I’ll be back in a week…Happy weekend and Thanksgiving!