I am taller than my Mom, as are my sisters. I don't remember when it happened, it is just something that has been true for a long time. When my kids were two years old, I did the math according to the old wives tale, that if you double your child's two year old height, that is how tall they will be when grown. According to that formula, my son would be 5'7" and my daughter would be 6'2".
Needless to say, I wasn't wild about those wildly different predictions!
When my son edge past me in height, I was super pleased. He proved the old wives tale false, and also, it was an exciting moment to realize that little guy I brought home from the hospital was now taller than me.
But now it's my daughters turn. After a very slow, painful slow (so slow she complained that she had stopped growing) year of growth, she has gained on me. Today she said she's taller than me, she knows it. I said there is no way.
There is no way that my baby is taller than me!
Well, I was sort of right. We stood back to back, and my husband said it was too close to call. So we stood against the door jam that has been recording measurements for the last eight years and did it officially.
Officially, she is not taller than me. Officially, we are exactly the same height.
I think I've got to accept the fact that I am done growing tall, but she is only 14 and will keep on growing. She's pretty excited and I'm thinking I should have let her drink more coffee when she was young!