Monday, May 18, 2009


Growing up, I was always small for my age. My sister called me "Runt" for as long as I can in "runt of the litter."
When I was in 4th grade, all of my sister's friends called me "small fry."

In 8th grade, there was a group of boys who called me "somalia child" because I was short and thin and the malnourished in Somalia were all over the news, when they weren't broadcasting the OJ trial that is.

My freshman year of high school, I was 4'10" and weighed under 90lbs.

The summer before my sophomore year, I got my tonsils out and I always attributed my renewed oxygen intake to the growth spurt that followed. By the end of high school I was almost 5'7"

But now I'm thinking....maybe that's just genetically how I grew. Because my daughter, the one who is like a little blond ME, is pretty short herself.

Not the BEST picture, but the girl next to her is one of her best friends, and is a whole head taller.

This is the beginning band, so most of them are 4th graders, 4th grade vampires judging by the look in their eyes

I'm sure she'll be just like me and grow someday. In the meantime, short is better for gymnastics, and her clothes will fit for years at a time. It's a win-win.


Anonymous said...

Not to worry,,,and i agree,,one day soon she'll be as tall and as beautiful as her Mom.

Anonymous said...

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