Well it finally happened.
It was bound to happen eventually.
I'm not a small gal by any means, 5' 7 and 3/4" tall. (Rounding to 5' 8" tall felt like a lie.)
So it has taken a little while.
Both the first and the second born have fallen short.
But the third born finally did it.
My out-of-the-box, first born son has grown taller than me at 5' 8 and 1/2" tall.
And landmarks like this make me pause and wonder if I'm doing right by him.
Doing okay in general.
As our third teenager, you'd think we'd have it all together by now.
At least a plan.
Just winging it day by day.
This is my grandfather's, Patch's great grandfather's WWII navy uniform
And if that's not enough, see those
Which has made us re-access our family shoe budget.
I'll admit raising a 14-year-old almost man, is a daunting task. We're knee deep into puberty and testosterone, and let's state the obvious here... puberty and testosterone can make a uuuhhh huumm interesting combination. He knows how to test my limits.
Oh he so can test my limits like no other. And I've fallen short of proud-worthy mama behavior on several occasions. Let's just say that recently God has laid before me plenty of occasions to practicing both apologizing and my parenting skills.
And I am beyond excited to see what the world has in store for him as he finishes growing into that man-body.
I love you my son.
Love love love you.