30 years ago your grandma was expecting her first baby girl. A reason to celebrate, right? Well not exactly. She was very concerned. Terrified with the probable chance that her first baby girl would be....well...a SASQUATCH to put it lightly. With her height measuring in at 5 foot 11 inches and your grandpa's height at 6 foot 5, all that came to mind was something like this....
She prayed and hoped that her new daughter would be "normal". They named her Ali. They watched her grow...and grow she did! They took her to to church dances and winced as she awkwardly danced with boys half her size. They listened to her highschool friends affectionately call her "big Al". They sympathized with her when even the Gap LONG jeans were still too short.
That girl, Ali, grew to be 5 foot 10 inches. But her parents counted themselves lucky because their other 3 children were all taller than 6'3" with the tallest one at 6'9". (luckily all boys)
That girl is now your mom. And I have all the same concerns for you. Now don't get me wrong, Lu. Being tall has it's benefits. Like you can easily find people in a crowd. Or you can help your short friends pull something from a high shelf. Or you can get scholarships for volleyball or basketball (then again...you'd have to have coordination from your dad for that one) But is there such thing as too tall?
The doctor tells us today that you are in the 95th percentile for height. You're doing good! Your brother on the other hand is estimated to be in the 125th percentile for both height and weight! Sheesh!
I want you to know that being tall is fantastic. And as your mom, I will love you whether you're 3 feet tall or 9 feet tall. But is it okay that I'm secretly keeping my fingers crossed for less than 7?
I love you.
All my love,