Tall Tales

So today I was polishing splash (which takes a veeeeeeryyyy loooooonnnng time), and I had plenty of time to contemplate....

I remember going to a fireside for youth once where an almost-taller-than-me lady spoke.  She told of her many adventures and awkward moments that had occurred because of her height.  There was the time a man in Texas yelled at her across a very busy street to ask her what in the world her parents fed her.  Of course she told the story of buying her very first pair of high heels, and she couldn't leave out the time she went to Japan and was asked to take pictures with lots of enthusiastic and short Japanese people.  Then she told the story I remembered best.

She told about walking into a building when she was in college.  She was wearing a pair of her favorite, four-inch heels.  A man held the door open for her, and asked her (as I get asked many times):

"Why in the world do you wear those?"

"Because it makes me feel feminine," she confidently replied.

"How can you feel feminine when you're taller than everything masculine???" he asked incredulously.

A very good question, my friends, a very good question indeed....

One of Daddy's favorite ways to introduce me is this: "Half of my children are taller than me, and one of them's a GIRL!"  Hehehe!  To be honest, I don't know where this height came from.  I'm taller than my parents, and all four of my grandparents, and I'm pretty sure I'm taller than all of my great grandparents were.  I've been taller than all of my teachers since second grade.  Luckily, I was blessed with two brothers, a big-big one and a big-little one, who can give me a little perspective.  I have a few friends who help with this as well (Michael Alan, I threw that one in for you ;)  ).  As long as I am shorter than them, I am okay, right?

Well, the fact of the matter is...it doesn't matter.  It all comes down to what Ma always told me: "At the end of the day, the only thing that really matters is what you think and what God thinks."  That's all.  Me--I've learned to like myself and my height.  It makes for some interesting, if awkward, conversation.  It keeps me laughing all the day because of the funny situations it presents.  Yes, and though I have grown to enjoy it, it still causes me grief somedays--but it's nothing I can't handle...usually...  As for the Lord, I'm still working on that.  It's a process, you know, and it's going to take my whole life to get there!

Now my only worry is a conversation I had with Dad at work today.
I'm going to have to find myself a real, manly man someday.  If my height doesn't make me un-feminine, maybe all the skills and such Dad is teaching me will.........  BUT I doubt it! :)