A Body Milestone

Yesterday, as my daughter came down the stairs and walked across the kitchen to get breakfast, I stopped in my tracks. Something was different.

"Come here for a second," I said.

"What?" she said in that suspicious teenager tone. "Why?"

"Just come here," I said. "Stand beside me."

As she stood next to me, she suddenly realized what I'd seen: It had happened.

My daughter is officially taller than me.

As any mother can attest, it's normal to look at your daughter and wonder. Will she look like me when she grows up? Will she have my shape, or take after her dad? I've often wondered if my daughter would pass my height of five feet.

She has. And she's delighted.

Not because she thinks there's something wrong with being short. I generally like my height -- except when I have to scale shelves at the grocery store. I think she just likes being able to say it: "I'm taller than you, mom."

Passing her mom in height is one of those body milestones she'll remember forever. Not that I'd know: My mom was five feet, two inches. Still, watching her pass me in inches is just another reminder that she's growing up, into her own shape and the woman she'll be.

And it's my privilege to watch.

Comments

[Arielle]

What a great message. :)

[Alyssa]

Wow! What a milestone!!!!!
I sometimes look at my kids, who are only 8 and 6, and marvel at how tall they are already. At this rate, they're gonna be 6'2 before puberty, lol!