I have come to the conclusion after lots of scientific research (read: talking to my husband and his friends) that men are not like women. This is a shocking revelation. With that being said, men apparently don’t love being called skinny. If I ever tell my husband that he’s starting to look slender, he drops and gives me fifty and my son is starting to follow suit.
My son is a little guy. He always has been. He’s been long and lean since he outgrew that itty-bitty baby chub and became a walking toddler. Now that’s he’s six years old, of course he’s a lot more vocal and so are others. It’s always bothered me whenever someone would say something but I didn’t let it get to me until he asked “Mommy, why am I so skinny” when I picked him up from school. That let me know someone brought it to his attention and now he was thinking about it too.
There have always been comments about how much I’m feeding him and referencing his smaller frame. It’s truly heredity! Both myself and his father were smaller children … well I was until puberty hit me like a ton of bricks. But I remember hearing the same teasing when I was younger and it’s never fun. It also doesn’t help that he’s a picky eater, which only adds gasoline to the flames. Overall, I just really try to teach him that people come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and backgrounds so it’s not important to focus on things like “body shape”.
There are many benefits with him being so little though. He can hop on my back and I’ll get a little workout with an additional 40 pounds while doing squats. I’m still able to pick him and get those rare extra cuddles. He also fits so nicely in shopping carts so no worrying about wandering and stranger danger over here!
So to avoid me having to go through family history, eating habits, and a rundown of his metabolism, it’s okay to not mention how small he is. However, you more than welcome to acknowledge how sweet, smart, and adorable he is. I’ll definitely agree with that.