Small, poorly focused, black and white. The picture tells a story.
In childhood, as an adult, over generations past and present.
I noticed the difference quite early. In the photo shown, and so many others like it, my older sister towers over me, yet we are only 2 years apart.
A favorite aunt often told me “Nice things come in small packages. ”
It didn’t make me feel any better, but it was a thoughtful attempt.
My mother’s only sister, and my godmother, Aunt Mary came to me for a lifetime with words of kindness, reached me in a way that no one else could.
She suffered with polio in childhood, her own growth was stunted, her legs developed differently, resulting in a pronounced limp. Yet, she was still a bit taller than me.
When we walked as a family I always lagged behind, or worked a lot harder to keep up the pace.
There was an incident at a popular Farmer’s Market where I let go of someone’s hand, slipping unnoticed under a vendor’s counter. Panic ensued, “lost child” announcements came over a loudspeaker. It is one of my earliest memories, at age 2, about the timing of the photo shown.
I caught up in height a bit later in the adult years, but not by much. Family reunions, special occasions, formal wedding photos all reflect the same. The youngest siblings were all over 6 ft. tall, even my baby sister.
My children followed suit, so that my somewhat shorter legs still lag behind today.
In my spirit, I remain as tall. I just work harder, or ask them to slow down.
big hearts shine
Without a doubt. Thanks so much. 💖
At 5’1″ today, I am the still the shortest adult in my family. I was happy to have surpassed my mother and grandmother in height by one inch and two inches respectively. In school, I was never the shortest, though. I was always the second-shortest. There was always someone shorter who got all the attention. ~sigh~ I did learn to walk faster and can still outwalk everyone else and feel that is when my inner tall person appears.
You found your inner tall.☺ Wonderful!
I was usually lined up 1st or 2nd in those class lines, I can relate. Thanks, Joyce. 💘
Your Spirit is Huge! and what you may think you lack in height you certainly make up for with your wonderful huge heart Van.. Love and Hugs ❤
Always the sweetest response. You are special, Sue. Thanks, always. 💕 Hugs back to you.
you are most welcome Van and it is the truth.. xxx
The very best things come in small packages… yes, like you, dear heart. 🙂
I am 5′ 9″ and had the opposite problem… feeling too tall in school. My husband is 6′ 5″ and my daughter is 6′. Son is 6’2″ at 16! Our daughter had a very rough time of it in high school. She shot up quickly around 16 and towered over everyone. It made her very uncomfortable… until she learned to embrace her height and see it as a good thing. That took a lot of time and TLC, let me tell you! She’s okay with it now that she is in college, but I think being shorter as a girl is always easier than being very tall, don’t you? At least when it comes to boys and dating!
That photo is just adorable. xo
My sister, at 6 ft, always slumped, always. It made me sad for her. She finally stood tall as an adult, dated/married shorter, but all was good. (She had 2 babies that came in at 13 lbs.) It seemed like those really short girls had a great dating life, always with the big guys, athletes, etc. I think you’re right about having it easier, at least in high school. I ended up at 5’6″. Thanks, Kelly. ❤️
5’6″ is perfect. That really is a big difference between you and your sister. And I guess the opposite is true for the guys… they want to be tall! It certainly is one of the more complicated body image issues of our culture, and can be very damaging to one’s self esteem, male or female, which just isn’t right.
Oh, that body image and all of its complications. We will get past it, all in our own time, I guess. ☺
Can only hope. Have a lovely day! xo
Just to tell the tale from the other perspective, I was tall and always wanted to be short. I stood out from the rest, towering over most kids and I was extremely uncomfortable about it. As your Aunt says …. good things do come in small packages. They really do and you are no exception. 🙂 ❤
That “always greener” grass, tall Amy. What if ??? Thanks for your sweet response. 💕
You’re welcome, Van!!! 🙂
I was the tallest in my family, at 5 11. My dad was only 5 2, but there wasn’t anything that he couldn’t do. The ability and heart of a person is measured by the deeds they do and the love they share. I love the photo, Van!
A beautiful thought, Rob. Thanks so much. 💛 💙 💜
I was always the tallest, Van. I never liked standing out in crowds and felt self conscious many times. I prefer blending in which was never possible. I’m not sure which is worse though I imagine most people would choose height given the choice…:)
At some point in life, we don’t mind standing out, I believe. It’s those early years that are the challenge. Thanks, George. At least, you could always see over the crowd (without being picked up. ☺)
My daughter is very petite too but we tell her that is actually a benefit given that she is a dancer and has aspirations to do it professionally. Plus we tell her that size is not an indication of strength (she is all muscle) nor intelligence (God help me, she is smart but is creative in the ways she drives me crazy).
Sounds like you’re on the right track with her, Vic. And…good luck. ☺☺☺
Aw, Van, you were so cute. 🙂
Thanks, Julie. My grandmother was still dressing us like little girls at this point. (the neighbor boys hand-me-downs were yet to come.) 💘
Van so dear ….you are kind and encouraging , just like your aunt Mary ! Your heart is huge ….
love , megxxx
And that…coming from you, Meg. Thanks, always. 💟
Your BIG HEART makes up for any in stature. I hope you received my email, this is day for. A few more tricks and bag bag is empty. I would not qualify as a MAC Tech.
PS I want to stop taking awards, did you just find a vector and type the words, then reduce size?
Thanks, M. I will re-send you the e-mail from August that answered your original questions. Sorry for your tech issues. 😡
I just googled “Award Free Blog” and searched for images. Copy and paste. There are quite a few choices there. Talk to you soon. 💕
I’m the smallest in my family but one of my children is only a fraction taller, yet she sees herself as tall as the others.
I’ve always liked the expression, ‘they don’t cut diamonds as big as bricks’
That’s a new one to me. Thanks, Tric. 💝
Thanks, DK. 💖
Lovely photo, Van. 😊
There were a lot of those back in the day…in black and white. Thanks, Tonya. 💘
I always tell people I’m as tall as I want to be. 🙂
I love the picture.
Thanks, Colleen. Tall as you want to be. 💕
Yes, I understand. I am shorter than both my parents, which if you know anything about genetics, is a fluke or a curse or somethin.
My Moo is small like me, and she’s the worst kid to lose. This was especially true when she was a toddler, she was just so tiny, she could be all sorts of places!
When my friend HME lived with me, we’d walk and run in the morning, and given her height and the enviable length of her legs, I always say I got twice the workout! 🙂
There was a grandparent on one side that came in a bit shorter, but most of them were Amazons ! Good call on the double workout…nice way to look at it. ☺
I am the oldest and shorter than both of my brothers, but it used to be the other way around in childhood.
Yep, no matter what, they kept growing, Karen. Thanks. 💖
You seem ten feet tall to me sister xxx
What a kind comment, not surprised it comes from you. Thanks, Lynn. 💕
You are admired Van xo
thanks so lovely…i’ve got captures like this…i’m the tallest…and i have a wonderful sister too ❤ compose a fun day!
Thank you, tall Hedy. 💕
hahahahhaha a mere 5’9 not really and I believe one shrinks with age 🤔☺️
I’m a bit afraid of that shrinking thing. ☺
I’m the runt of my family, but I never let it hold me back… So I have to take 3 steps to other people’s two – I figure it’s good exercise!
My sister and I are both shorter than either one of our parents were which I don’t think is normal. I know my mother smoked – I wonder if that had anything to do with it? Hmmm….
But as you say Van, our spirits are SUPER-SIZED!! Cheers to us!
In the 50’s, just about all of our mom’s smoked. But..older and younger sibs…all taller. Go figure ! 💘
Your words reach far and wide and touch so many! How many of your taller relatives have these enviable ‘legs’ upon which they stand?
What a kind observation. ☺ Thanks so much for the visit and comment. 💘
My daughter is almost 6 and still has a lot of time to grow, but has so far been very little. (Ranging in the 3 – 11 percentile) She is also as smart as can be and very aware. She was livid when her (then) three year old brother was admitted on to a ride at Universal Studios while they pulled her to the side for further inspection. (It was heartbreaking watching her try to “cheat” by standing on her tippy toes!) As an average height person my whole life, I’ve recently become very aware of this issue- and even the teasing from peers that comes along with it.
Ouch…to be height-challenged around a younger brother. Poor baby. I can relate to standing on those tippy toes. Good idea to build up that self esteem…at any height, Sadie. 💖 Thanks for sharing.
Hi Van. I met you at Jacqueline’s party 🙂
The photo is adorable, you were so cute while standing up independently by your big sister. Did you two get along?
You sure found your own way to stand tall. Good for you!
Hi Anna. Thanks for the visit, J. is the best !☺
An interesting question…as far back as my memory goes, we never got along. Ever. Without knowing it, my parents encouraged it. Dad favored the oldest, Mom saw a lot of herself in me. They took sides, we noticed. There’s a whole lot more that evolved, none of it positive. But, thanks for asking.