Being The Youngest....YUCK!

Have you ever been the youngest??? For me, never. I was in 2nd place of 6 kids. One of the oldest. It was good, not necessarily great. It meant a lot more responsibility. I was left often to look after my younger siblings. There were more chores, than the little kids. And generally I had to wait longer for special privileges. My parents were a little more hesitant to let me go to far, or do certain things because they were still learning to parent the older kids (especially when I got to be a teenager).
I saw that there were so many advantages to being one of the younger in the family, because by the time they got around to spreading their wings, Mom and Dad were numb. They weren't so paranoid and the younger kids got away with soooo much.

Well in our house right now the "advantages" of the youngest have not yet kicked in. Tyler, though only 5 years old, thinks that he is 10. He doesn't see that there is a difference between him and his older brothers. He doesn't understand when they don't want to take him with them to their friends houses, or why he cant join them on bike rides etc. He cries and throws a fit whenever I tell him he is too little. "I'm not little, I am a big boy" is his constant comeback.

There will be a time that he can see the advantage of being the youngest. I can already see the difference between how I parent him and Chase, and how I parented the three older boys when they were 5 and 7. I am much more relaxed. I don't react the same way and I let them get away with a lot more. I am already getting tired.

But poor little Ty. He is just mad and upset that no matter how old he gets, he will always be the youngest.