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Saturday, January 16, 2010

The Incredible Shrinking Woman

I have looked up to many people in my life--my parents (my dad moreso than my mom), a few professors I've had, a boss here and there...and now my 14 year old son.  I guess I just didn't expect this to happen so soon, but it's official.  I am shrinking...

I haven't noticed the change so much in what I'm able to reach for--the cabinets still seem within my reach.  But looking at my son last night and realizing we no longer see eye-to-eye...that did it. Of course, he is a 14 year old, and he does think that he knows just about everything.  But for the first time I realized that instead of looking directly at his eyes, mine now look directly at his nose.  He has surpassed me in height.

His shoulders are taller than mine.  And he loves this.  I guess I should be thankful; afterall, he was one of the shortest linesmen on his offensive line this past fall.  He's never been that...always in the 90th % for height and weight at physicals!  This year he dropped to the 60's.  But puberty has kicked in and he is GROWING! Between his deeper voice and his 14-year old attitude, I've found I need a new strategy when dealing with him and I think I've got it figured out.

From now on, all serious conversations will need to take place on the stairs...that is, I need to be on the stairs and he needs to be on the foyer floor.  This way I can still maintain the stronger stance in height.  I will also need to talk louder--not sure why, but I can't seem to make my voice as deep as his, so louder it will be.  While he thinks he knows the answer to most things, I still can implement my strategy to show him who's boss!

And while he does possess that 14-year old attitude so many have...at least there are a few things he still has "no idea" what the answer is...like, where his gym uniform is; where his basketball uniform is; where his textbooks to study for the test are; who left the plates on the counter; and who left the TV on.  I'm just glad I don't have to ask him where my car keys are...yet...

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