Heartbroken And Short

I am completely devastated.

While filling out passport applications tonight for the kids and myself I had to fill in Ethan's height.

Ethan is on the brink of teenage hood...he will be 13 in 6 days.

When I was filling out the paperwork for height, I stood beside him to gauge his height. Jason said it looks awfully close. On further inspection there is actually no difference at all. We are officially the same height.

I can't even begin to tell you how heartbroken I am. My little boy is going to look down on me from here on in. I have been called shorty for the rest of the night, teased relentlessly and the boys are making stubby jokes.

Where did the time go?? If I close my eyes and concentrate I remember what it felt like the first time he kicked me when I was pregnant with him.

Is someone cutting onions around here? The screen is getting harder to see...

My baby is becoming a man.

I am sitting here bawling and Ethan just told me it's okay that I am so short....Jerk.

Today:

I am grateful for days off together and getting to spend time together. I am seeing more clearly how precious this time actually is and how little time I have left before my beautiful babies leave home.

I am grateful for how beautiful the weather has been these last few days.

I am grateful I have the number of children I do. It was such hard work then and there was so many days I cried in frustration...but now, when they are all grown up and we all play together, It was worth every exhausted moment!

J