Littlekid

Little kids feel big when they ride around the block on an almost-too-big bike. 

Little kids feel little when they grip a jacket on the back end of a motorcycle. 

 

Little kids feel big when they stay home alone, choose their own food, watch their own show.  

Little kids feel little when they stay home alone and hear strange noises.  

 

Little kids feel big when they play games with little kids. 

Little kids feel little when they don't understand how to play the big kids' game.  

 

Little big little big.  Big.  Little.

 

Grown-up kids feel big when they live together in a grown-up home, their grown-up home.  It's a home like other grown-up homes where people live together.   They care for the home, make home decisions, sit around a table -- at home -- all together.   The home belongs to all the big and little kids. 

Grown-up kids feel little when they live in a grown-up home... alone.  It's a home like other grown-up homes, only, people don't live together.  Only the grown-up little kid.  The home is too much, the decisions too complicated, the table too big for one grown-up little kid.   The grown-up little kid feels little.  Does this home belong only to her?  Is it really all her responsibility?  How can she sit around a table by herself?  The grown up feels little every time she pulls in the driveway.  Every time she opens the door.  Every time she cleans or fixes or decides or sits.  Every time.  

The grown-up kid is really a little kid.