I am a petite person. I am 5'2" and small boned. I had a very late birthday so I was always the youngest in my class...and the smallest. I was a late bloomer nicknamed "Strawberry Shortcake." During our 6th Grade Presidential Physical Fitness Test I weighed in at 49 lbs and 4ft half an inch! My PE teacher, Mr. Screws, always said he was going to put fertilizer in my socks to help me grow.
With that background it should come as no surprise that my children are very small for their age. One week from their 5th birthday they weigh 31-33 lbs and are about 40inches tall. (This puts them between 5th and 10th percentile for height.)Their small stature was one of the reasons we decided to 'give them the gift' of an extra year rather than sending them on Kindergarten in the Fall.
We don't make a big deal about it to the children, but recently height differences have come to K's attention. A few days ago she asked me, "Mom, why did God make me so short?"
We talked a bit about how made us all differently--and that I am short. Because she is currently into cheerleading, I reminded her that cheerleaders who are short get to be on top of the pyramids and do flips high in the air. (She liked this thought!)
Nothing else was said about it until last night. As I was tucking her into bed she said, "Mama, when we play house at school, they always make me be the baby."
I tried to suggest that it was just because she was the youngest and that would change. She corrected me immediately saying, "No, Mama, it is because I am short."
So far, the boys have not seemed to notice their size. I know it is just a matter of time.
Tonight my husband and I were discussing the fact that this is the age where all the 'building up' they have gotten at home will begin to collide with the 'tearing down' of the world. I am reminded of the importance of building up the right things...deeper, meaningful things that are much more difficult for the world to see and judge.
I want to build up her character, her heart, her talents and gifts. And, yet, I am a girl. I know the outside of the package will matter to her too. It still does to me.
Lord, help us remember how you define beauty. Please help us grasp it deep in our hearts so that we can model truth to our children. I don't want to be a hypocrite. I must embrace the right perspective in order to effectively transfer it to the little hearts entrusted to my care. I need you.