Even wearing three inch heels, I am dwarfed by him!Walking with KJ the other day, she mentioned that she has a tendency to assume everyone around her is the same height as her. (Have I mentioned she is 5’10?) I started noticing that I do the same thing and find myself astonished when someone tells me their actual height. One of the women at work told me that she was only 5’2 and my mouth dropped open. How could she possibly be four inches shorter than me?!?!? And how could KJ be four inches taller than me?!?!?
Several years ago, it occurred to me that all of the women in my family are pretty much the same height. That in combination with the relatively short stature of my dad (for a guy) made height a non issue at my house. And then I moved back from Portland and found a giant in place of my formerly normal sized brother. Somehow while I was gone playing for a year in Oregon, he shot up to six feet. He looked like one of those mirrors in the fun house that makes you look all stretched out and crazy thin. Then all of a sudden I was very aware of the height (or lack of it) in my family.
So while pondering the matter of height, I asked myself
Does someone’s height change your perspective of the person?
*laugh*
Well yes, that may seem silly. Of course it changes your visual perspective, because I don’t believe I have seen the top of my brother’s head for quite some time now. But I suppose I mean your opinion/perspective of the person. Do you think of them differently?
Sometimes I forget that my brother is as young as he is. It is hard to feel like the big sister when you hug him and get a face full of upper chest and shoulders that I cannot see over. Sometimes I assume he is just barely younger than me (even though there is an eight year age difference. Eight years! But he will always be younger because of course I am sooooo much more responsible than he is). And most of the time I assume that someone who under five feet tall must be really young.
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In my college days, I dated a guy that towered over me at 6’5. A year or so later I saw him at the mall with a 4’8 girl with braces and red hair. It was one of those awkward “Oh is this your baby sister/step daughter?” “No this is my wife” kind of moments that I filed away for the occasional chuckle.
Sometimes I forget that my brother is as young as he is. It is hard to feel like the big sister when you hug him and get a face full of upper chest and shoulders that I cannot see over. Sometimes I assume he is just barely younger than me (even though there is an eight year age difference. Eight years! But he will always be younger because of course I am sooooo much more responsible than he is). And most of the time I assume that someone who under five feet tall must be really young.
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In my college days, I dated a guy that towered over me at 6’5. A year or so later I saw him at the mall with a 4’8 girl with braces and red hair. It was one of those awkward “Oh is this your baby sister/step daughter?” “No this is my wife” kind of moments that I filed away for the occasional chuckle.
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Someday, I hope to have tall sons that I can hug and feel dwarfed by them. Someday I hope to have daughters the same height as me so they can peruse my closet for clothes and shoes like my sisters and I did to my mother’s closet. What goes around comes around, right mom?
Someday, I hope to have tall sons that I can hug and feel dwarfed by them. Someday I hope to have daughters the same height as me so they can peruse my closet for clothes and shoes like my sisters and I did to my mother’s closet. What goes around comes around, right mom?
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