There isn’t a week that goes by that she doesn’t measure all three of us to see who’s grown and more excitingly, who hasn’t... as long as it isn’t her.
Amanda is five foot four, I am five foot six and Emilee is five foot three. Amanda has been five foot four now for a year or so and really I don’t know if she is going to get any taller… maybe a late teenaged growth spurt or maybe she is just growing REALLY. SLOWLY.
Emilee has grown an inch or so in the last six months, I can practically see her catching up. She loves to stand really close to me or Amanda so she can mentally measure herself against us.
One of the most surreal things about being their mother is them being able to stand in front of me and look me in the eye. For so many years, I’ve looked down at them and them up at me. And now, they are almost my height. It’s freaking weird.
But, on the flip side, it is one of my favorite things right now. Watching Emilee measure herself every day with the tape measure. It’s something I am always going to remember. I am silently rooting for her. I hope she grows to be five foot eight and towers over her sisters and I because man oh man, she wants it badly.
Labels: Amanda, Being Mommy, Emilee
