A Tall Tale
Despite the first-glance meaning of the title this is all true.
I get questions about my height regularly. Did you play volleyball or basketball in high school? Were you always tall? How tall are you? I’ve learned that you can’t always change your circumstances but you can and should make the best of any situation…and that my parents and others were right about me growing.
I was quite short growing up. I thought I’d never
After freshman year of high school. I started growing, and within 2 years I grew a whopping six inches, I think my sister technically grew more, but she was shorter than me before so she’s still shorter than me now. It’s weird but I don’t really remember the process, outside of getting taller than my best friend, and my grandma. Suddenly I just tried on clothes and realized I needed tall sizes instead of shorter hems on my pants.
Now I also realize I’m hardly the tallest lady on the planet, but when you’re taller than every other lady you’re related to (with the exception of an in-law you’re tied with), as well as most of your gal pals you start to realize your height is unique.
God’s timing is perfect, and even though I grew too late to start some sports in high school. Now I try to be active and try new things. I love rock climbing, and as I mentioned in another blog, I’m practicing hockey and I love to dance. I also use my height to walk really fast, it helps in Minnesota winters. Mind you, I’m still not great at volleyball, but I’ll take you on in tennis or hockey, or go dancing, any day.
What I wish I had realized when I was little was that being short wasn’t bad and that I should’ve just taken it in stride. Oh well, here’s to reaching new heights.
