Watching the Grass Grow

When you have more than one child, there can times be a wee bit of rivalry.

The Husband and I try very hard not to encourage rivalry and competition between the boys. Miss M is too young to compete and as the only princess in the castle, she's got her own itty bitty pink throne while the middle boys (#2, #3, #4 and #5) seem to always be elbowing each other out of the way in their rush toward the moat.

One of the boys is more competitive than the others. He likes to be "The Big Cheese". Fortunately for him, everything does come very easily to him. He learns quickly, runs so fast his baseball coaches call him "Turbo" and basically if he tries things, he achieves good results quickly.

This morning one of his brothers was looking at the plants he began growing in Youth Group. His are growing very well. "Maybe I can be a grass farmer! My grass is growing really well." (Yes, whenever he says that the husband and I raise an eyebrow at each other. Would that be Kentucky Blue Grass or Fine-Leaf Fescue?)

The Big Cheese replies, "You don't have to be the best at everything!" Seriously?! He is always thumping his chest and his brother makes one innocent comment about his grass and this is his response?!

I bit my lip so I didn't laugh out loud. When I repeated the exchange for the Husband after they had left for school, the Husband laugh one of those deep belly laughs. It really is that funny.

If you knew them...you'd laugh like that too. (That and the boy contemplating being a sod farmer....)

The one boy needs to learn humility...not the grass grower, the other one. The grass grower, he's really been maturing lately. He still does some impulsive things, but he is showing signs of some good things to come. (And hopefully he goes organic with the sod farm. ; )

The verse I repeat for the Big Cheese? "The first will be last and the last will be first." He still wants to be first at everything!

-Peace