Along with the hustle and bustle of child rearing I kind of forgot my kids were growing. You know…like they eat food and run and play and sleep in their beds until morning (unless we have a stomach bug and various children vomit in their beds and other various children try and make downstairs to vomit but instead leave a trial kind of like Hansel and Gretel did in the forest except it’s definitely not bread crumbs).
So yes, if we feed them healthy foods and threaten them that they have to eat it all… they grow. I watched the two oldest girls grow right past me. And truly this didn’t surprise me as the two oldest girls have always been smarter than I ever was at any particular stage in their lives. They just get it, you know? I can pretty much count on them not being rude or offensive when at, let’s say…a buffet. They won’t head straight to the dessert table or carry a dirty plate up for refilling. They have tact and it just makes sense that they would be taller than me.
But their brother Sam (kid #3) has always been little. Not just in the sense that he is younger but amongst his peers he has been, well, not as tall. His Dad is a giant and Sam looks just like him except for the giantness.
I suppose his height represented that I was indeed his mother.
And this morning as I innocently looked on, he was measured and the number was bigger than mine.
And the tech said WOW he has grown A LOT in a year.
I dropped him back at school and while driving home I kept thinking about the two above pictures. Ken was in Kosovo at the time and before he left he told Sam to take care of the girls. He took that so seriously!
It seems like yesterday. Why do they have to grow up so fast?
This is Sam now. He has huge feet and if he’s anything like a puppy that is a good indicator that growing taller than his mother is just the beginning.