Sandy Lane, a local accountant and mom to three boys, wrote a guest blog for momaha.
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Grant is taller than me. When did this happen?
I was so worried about my blooming tulips, I missed my youngest blooming two inches himself.
I realized it today when I picked him up from school. As we walk-jogged toward the gym, I noticed that I was looking him in the eye. No looking down.
“Did you grow this last week?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged.
I let it go until we met my other son Zach at Chipotle. Zach had just completed his first day at a new job. In celebration (and because I figured out that he skipped lunch), we splurged with a mid-afternoon feast. As we looked at the food board, I noticed again that Grant was appearing taller to me. I asked him to stand back-to-back for Zach to judge.
“Mom, he’s definitely taller.”
I glanced at the worker behind the counter for verification. She agreed. Zach snapped the above picture as final proof. Defeat. I am the oldest and shortest of my brood. No question.
As we sat and enjoyed our overstuffed burritos, Zach made an assertion on my new known fact.
“Mom, I know what you’re thinking right now.”
“You’re thinking about the blog story you’re going to write on this, aren’t you?”
“Does that bother you two?” I hesitantly asked.
“Not at all” Zach said.
Grant’s response: “Mom, I like it that you’re a writer. That’s cool!”
All is now forgiven for them growing up when I wasn’t looking. Like my mom always says… sugar is better than vinegar.
Thanks for the backhanded compliments, guys.
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