Small Fry

M, aka Thing 1, is officially 1 1/2 inches shorter than her younger sibling. It didn't happen overnight. In fact, this has been creeping up on our middle daughter since she was a toddler. Her stature is certainly not passed down from her father at 6'1, but rather 'lil ol' me. Many who don't know our family assume that she and her younger sister, aka Thing 2, are"twins", claiming that they look nearly identical (yea, if you're blind as a bat) and were exactly the same size. It wasn't until this schoolyear, when B began to gain 1/4 inch at at a time that M decided that she didn't like her size. The other day she sadly reported that there were kindergarteners taller than her, a third grader. I simply smiled and told her how much I love her. We talked for a bit about my own issues being "vertically challenged" and my eventual acceptance for the body that God gave me. (Okay, I haven't fully accepted this body...but for the sake of my daughter...) At the end of our conversation, I asked her if she felt any better. She looked at me quite seriously and said, "Mom, look, you've been dealing with this a LOT longer than I have, so you'll have to give me a little time to get over it, okay?"