For two years now, my grandson Cameron has been the baby of the family. His two older brothers were frequently referred to as “the boys.” His mom and dad would leave each other messages like, “I’ll pick up Cam and the boys on my way home.” Sometimes one of them would watch Cameron while the other went somewhere with “the boys.”
Yes, they were all part of the same family, but Cameron was the baby. He was in a league of his own…so he wasn’t one of “the boys.”
A few weeks ago, however, Cameron’s life changed course. You see, on that day, baby Christian was born…and Cameron ceased being the baby of the family. No longer would he be granted priority in the family’s pecking order for attention.
But just when he ceased being the baby, he became one of “the boys.” We noticed Cameron’s change of status on the very day that Christian was born. Our daughter, Chapin, called to ask if we could bring “the boys” up to the hospital. She wanted them to visit “the baby.”
We didn’t attempt to explain things to Cameron…we didn’t have to. He seemed to sense that he had somehow graduated from babyhood into this tightly knit club called “the boys.”
He was skeptical upon entering the hospital…sporting that “deer in the headlights” expression that frequently comes when encountering any life changing situation. But I’m personally confident that he’ll make this transition rather smoothly. Fourth grade brother Caleb, who is strongly and conscientiously protective, will guard Cameron with a sentry’s conviction. Second grade brother Logan, who is sensitive and compassionate, will make certain Cameron receives attention and empathy.
You’ll be fine Cameron…especially now that you’re one of “the boys.”