I have watched my leggy daughters' escapades in Elementary School with joy and trepidation. I have such moments of clarity of my school days, the good and the really bad, and I want her to only have the happy parts. Yes, she loves boys but won't admit it. Yes, she now calls her friends and they coordinate their outfits. Yes, her teeth are coming in funky but they just may pull out of it and settle in straight. This last one is a major concern for me as I went through braces 3 times......I'm sure that qualifies as a post all in it's own right. But these things are not the things I am happiest about.
When my girl gets to school in the morning she is ambushed by a pack of 3 other adorable girls who all love to be together. The cute part is my girl is the shortest one of the bunch! Considering her parentage (both parents over 6 feet), I know this phenomenon won't last. But for now she can enjoy perhaps one year of school with others who are taller. I don't think I ever had friends taller than myself....ever! If my daughter can see how rare of a treat this year is, I know she will appreciate it. I know it won't last. But am I ever happy she gets to try on "shorter" for once.
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How funny and your daughter is not short by an means. Enjoy it! In all of my life I only had one friend taller than me. That was you! He he, and what fun we had together!
Krista
By chance, I happened upon your blog. I found myself smiling when I felt the emotion in your comments about your daughter. I have two that survived junior high and highschool. The oldest is 6'1 and the other 'only' 6'. I dreaded the school years because mine was miserable. (I am 6'3, well, no, the doctor measured me at 6'4 last year)
I never had any friends or even boys in my school taller. Not sure how I managed to marry someone same height as me.
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