Being the Littlest Feels Big Sometimes 🧸

People always say I’m the littlest. 

Because I’m the youngest. 
Because I need help with buttons. 
Because I still say “spaghetti” wrong sometimes. 

But inside? 
It feels big. 

Big like… 

When everyone’s yelling and I just want the air to be quiet. 
When I try to talk, and someone talks louder over me. 
When I feel things I don’t have words for — so I just stay quiet. 

And everyone thinks I’m fine because I didn’t say I wasn’t. 
But I wasn’What I Do When It Feels Too Big 

I draw. I don’t have to explain the picture. The picture does it for me. 
I sit close to someone safe — even if I don’t want to talk yet. 
I breathe next to Frankie, our dog, and pretend he gets it. I think he does. 

And I remind myself: 

“I might be small. But I still matter.” 

Final Thought 

Sometimes I don’t know how to say the big stuff. 
So I just stay near the people who make me feel okay. 

I don’t always want hugs. 
I don’t always want to talk. 
But I do always want to be loved. 

Even if I’m the littlest. 
Even if I’m quiet. 
Even if I’m hiding in the blanket fort again.