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I'm 5'1".
When
I was in high school, that one inch was very important to me. I'm not
sure if it's true, but I'd read somewhere that being under five feet
tall officially labels you a dwarf. I really didn't want to be a dwarf.
Now,
I rarely think of my height at all. It doesn't affect my confidence. It
doesn't affect my work. It doesn't affect my social life.
I only notice it when:
- I use tongs to get drinking glasses out of cabinets.
- Almost every pair of pants I find needs to be hemmed because there are very few petite sizes in Germany.
- I drive our VW Touran, and I need a pillow to push me forward in the seat or my leg gets tired from stretching for the gas pedal.
My
daughter appears to be inheriting her height from me and not her
father. Like it was for me, she is the shortest child in her second
grade class. In fact, many kids in first grade are taller. In Karate,
all the other kids are taller. In Soccer…you get the picture.
The absolute worst: people constantly comment on how her little brother is almost taller than she is. She really hates that.
Since
she's an analytic thinker, she brooded over how tall she'd be someday
as a grown up. No amount of me telling her there are advantages (more
comfortable in an airplane) made her feel better about it.
But
something cool happened the other day. My daughter's second grade
teacher is also the principal at her school. He's probably over six feet
tall. The district school administrator came to observe him teaching,
and he introduced her to the class as his boss. The boss of the school's
boss, so to speak. This woman was my height.
My daughter raved about the fact that this tiny lady was Herr Reinbold's boss. Suddenly, height was a non-issue for her.
When I was young,in high scool, I wished I was taller. Then as time passed I kind of got used to my height and put thoughts of being taller aside. When I was about 40 years old one day at work standing and talking to my three best friends,all taller than me,I felt a little uncomfortable. After this conversation,Dan at 6'6", got in his big truck. I went to him to remind him of something and noticed. He was so tall that the steering wheel was between his knees. WOW I don't think I could be comfortable like that working all day. As I walked away I was and still am happy to be 5'8". So I never wished again to be like somebody else.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dad. Wow, over 6 feet. That's tall. I'll remember that story for the next time she's feeling too short.
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