Story #1: Small & Mighty — Bingo
Once upon a time, there was an Ant named Antilla and Eddie the Elephant. Eddie always used to make fun of Antilla by simply exercising his size. Look how big I am Antilla and you are a tiny thing. You are utterly small. Antilla felt bad about it.
One day a Lion started chasing the Eddie. Eddie couldn’t run fast enough and after a while was so tired that he gave up. However, Antilla had other plans. As the Lion paused, Antilla walked up into Lion’s ears and started tickling him. Lion was bewildered. He wasn’t sure what was going on and was scared and slowly backed off.
Antilla then met up with Eddie and said — I am Small & Mighty Bingo!
Story #2: Small & Smart — Bingo
Once upon a time, there was an Ant named Antilla that lived in a Zoo. All the Zoo animals made fun of Antilla. They told her you are just tiny and utterly small. Antilla always felt bad about it.
One day the Zoo Keeper announced a competition wherein the tallest animal would get a surprise prize. All the animals found different ways to position them to be the tallest. Antilla had different plans. It slowly climbed by the Giraffe’s head. Everyone was surprised to see Antilla’s move and had no idea how to better it.
Antilla won the competition and it said to everyone — I am Small & Smart Bingo!
Story #3: Smart & Savvy — Bingo
Once upon a time, there was an Ant named Antilla that lived in a Jungle. Dino the Dinosaur was walking through the Jungle and falling the trees and the bird houses. Birdie the Bird ran up to Antilla and asked for help. Birdie used to make fun of Antilla’s inability to fly. Antilla then made its way to make Dino’s nose. It ticked the nose and Dino started sneezing. It sneezed and sneezed and sneezed and sneezed and eventually got tired.
Dino was tired and bewildered. It had no idea why it was sneezing so much. Dino walked backwards and went to sleep. Antilla told Birdie — I am Smart & Savvy — Bingo!
It’s all in the perspective…
The above were the three stories I told my 3 year old. In the new neighborhood and the day care, many of his friends are at least a year or more older to him. They often tell him this is for bigger kids to play (or) you are small. The fact that we reinforced it at home didn’t help. He was getting agitated and responding with a loud voice.
We then practiced the three responses. I called him small, tiny, and other things. He then could gracefully respond with one of the catch phrases. He continues to do that with grace. He suddenly felt being small isn’t a disadvantage.
As he fell asleep that night, I wondered. Thankfully, the three year old wouldn’t argue the logic to those stories but I could learn from it too.
In many instances, life is about understanding and sharing perspectives, never seeing it from a victim’s point of view, and always leading from a position of strength. What do you think?