Here is my sister and her family. You can compare their height's with Mickey. That really tall man on the right is fourteen. Yup. See what I have to deal with?
I grew up in a tall family. When I say tall, on most people's scale, they would be considered really tall.
Me.............."The Short One"
My uncles are all upwards of 6'6"--one narrowly missing 7'. My grandparents, tall. This particular grandfather always spoke of height as a defining point of beauty. I'm sure this kind of pride explains why none of my tall people slouch or worry about wearing heels.
But, here I am, at a measly 5'8" and will, from now on, only shrink.
I know, I know. I am supposedly on the tall side, for a woman, but I always wished I just had a couple of more inches.
Once, I told my super-sized uncle that we needed short people, too. He asked a puzzled, "Why?"
My husband comes from an average to below average height family. After I married into his family, I became quite tall. It's all about perspective, see. Aunt Judy can't reach 5' on her tip-toes. My life-long woes of being The Short One are completely irrelevant when I'm with my in-laws. With them, I become long and slender, not short and skinny. Though I am still freckled and don't fix my hair well.
Today, I stumbled upon a height predictor for children. After measuring and weighing and typing in all of their numbers, I realized that the combination of Justin genes and Emily genes created quite a spread.
We have one child who is in the 90% and may reach an adult height of 6'2".
We also have a child in the 8% and will be lucky if she reaches 5'.
And, it turns out, height doesn't matter as much as I thought. They are all simply awesome peeps.