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Deb - 2012-05-30 21:43:13
When Will first topped me (and I mean totally not just line of sight) he apologized. I laughed like a loon and reminded him that he's supposed to get taller than me. But I guess that's one of the differences between 5'3" and 5'11".
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Amy - 2012-05-30 23:27:40
My 5 foot tall friend has four boys. When the oldest passed her up at 11, the youngest noticed and pointed it out to her. When she confirmed to him that his older brother was indeed now taller than her, he asked her, "Does that mean that he's the boss now?" She reassured him that no, she would always be the boss because she's the mom. Considering all you've been through to get through this point, this melancholy over Wolf's growth sounds like it's bittersweet. I think that's probably how it is for most moms.
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gbw - 2012-05-30 23:48:17
Ch-ch- ch-changes..... bittersweet but better this time around {{{hugs}}}
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poundheadhere - 2012-05-31 04:38:17
All my kids but my oldest daughter are taller than me. It was never a big deal to me. Different perspective: I was too busy wanting to kill 'em all when they were teenagers and I was a single parent.
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Stephanie - 2012-05-31 15:29:01
I hardly ever get to see my daughters. I never stop missing them, but the pain isn't as acute as it was when they first moved away. I expect it will hurt even more if they have kids. It will kill me to not be near my grandchildren. :(
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Hil - 2012-06-03 01:05:28
Nevie passed me this year. Maybe not surprising since I'm only five three, but I did not like it either. She's damn smug.
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Holly - 2012-06-03 05:43:13
Warren was taller than me by middle school. It wasn't until one day I called home and he sounded just like his dad that it hit me. My little boy was entering manhood. I miss that little boy voice.
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