Tell Me How You Really Feel: 22

I will always be short. That's how I was born. I'm adult, and aside from growing outward, which could happen, I will not be growing upward. I am okay with being short. My body parts are all relatively healthy.

My husband and kids are also short. Yes, Tim is only 5'6". Since he's 44, he won't be growing upward any time soon, either. The girls, identical twins, are short. They aren't short because they are twins. They are short because they are the byproduct of short parents. This happens sometimes. We don't have too many rogue tall genes in the family. But we have plenty of short genes. Grandma Meade and Aunt Tara, in particular, are shorter than me. We're short. That's life.

Why am I telling you this? Because I am tired of people pointing out my lack of height as a deficit or a flaw. I can reach all of my cabinets, so who cares if I'm short? I'm also tired of listening to people go on and on about how small the girls are, or comparing their kids to mine in terms of height. We are who we are, and in terms of how tall we are, there's very little we can do about it.

So the next time you decide to say to me, "Oh my gosh. The girls are so much smaller than my child," or "My kid towers over Aaron," I want you to think about what you're saying. You would (hopefully) never come up and say, "Oh my gosh. The girls are so much brighter than my child," nor would you say, "My kid is way more brilliant than Aaron." Because just like stature, we can't do all that much about changing the brain we're born with.

That's all, folks. Just had to get that one off my chest for this week.(And it's been a LONG time since we've had one of these posts.)

**I know that brains can be worked with, and that much of what I CAN do today is because I work hard. So yes, there is something we can do with the brain we're given. But I certainly can't swap my brain for Tim's, which on some days, sounds like a great idea. (On other days, not so much.)