It’s hard to say this out loud, let alone commit to the blogosphere for the world hundred or so people who visit to read. I’ll just take a deep breath. I can do this. Admitting it doesn’t make me a failure…
I’m officially the shortest person in my house.
I’ve been processing this for a while as the reality that my days of lovingly gazing downward are over really sunk in. But this morning…well, this morning T-man asked me to check his hair for grass (lawn mowing fallout, you know how it goes) and I had to ask him to bow his head for me. That’s when the weight of being vertically challenged forevermore in this family hit home.
The path to acceptance has been a rocky road. And not in the yummy Breyers sort of way.
DENIAL
What are you talking about? What do you mean, they’re almost taller than me? You’re drunk! There’s no way these kids are taller than I am; they’re barely in middle school. I didn’t finish growing until ninth grade. I’m sure I’ve got at least another year before I have to worry about that.
ANGER
Are you kidding me?! Are You KIDDING ME?!? This is bullsh*t. How am I supposed to wield authority when they can pat me on the head? What kind of messed up system is this? Don’t you laugh about this. Don’t you dare even look like you’re laughing about this. I Am A Grown Woman, Dammit!
BARGAINING
If I can just get one more year – just one – then I’ll handle whatever. They can be six feet tall and I’m cool. If I can just make it to summer without these kids towering over me I’ll be ready to deal.
DEPRESSION
Where’s the time gone? Just yesterday they were pudgy little toddlers bumbling around the front yard. I could scoop them up and snuggle them in my arms, and now look at them. I can’t even lift them into the car when they’re hurt. (chomp chomp chomp) Where’s the other pint of Ben & Jerry’s?
ACCEPTANCE
There’s no point in arguing – any fool can stand us next to each other and see I’m the shortest banana in the bunch. But whatever. Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing. Plus there are probably benefits to being the shorty…I can’t think of any off the top of my head, but I bet there are. And considering my choices are embracing high heels 24 hours a day or accepting my mini status? I choose acceptance.
Haha! I don’t feel this way often, but we clearly cannot call The Boy ‘One Little Man’ anymore. At least Moo is still short. Bless.
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Right? How do they keep GROWING?? Sheesh.
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I’ve always said it’s superkibble 😉
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Acceptance is the best bet!! My son got into my shoes yday and whew!!how they grow so quickly..looking at wearing his loafers soon!
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No lie. Mine needed new sneakers — men’s 10.5-11. SHEESH.
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Woo hoo!!
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Fortunately, I’m a 1/2 in taller than DW. Our boys will soon be taller than us (by 6″ if the growth chart holds true) So at least I won’t be the shortest. Just really close! Nothing shows us how fast time truly passes like watching our kids grow.
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Isn’t that the truth!
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I have long had to look up at my son, but I got lucky and can still look down at my daughter. Less down than a few years ago before I started shrinking, but still, down.
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One and one — that’s not bad. 😉 I’m sure this will become my new normal eventually. At the moment it’s pretty strange though.
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so sad, and i can identify. you had a good run when your kids were young, there is no going back! )
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Time marches onward. (And, as the saying goes, right across my face. 😂)
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