Like any mother, my mom is pretty vocal about her desire for grandkids. Grandkids she can visit occasionally, spoil rotten, hype them up on sugar and then send them home to me. My sister and I affectionately refer to this as Operation: Grandchild. Seeing as I’m only 23 and not ready to get married and have kids, mom is going to have to wait a little bit. But it got me to thinking about how tall my children are going to be. My mother has already told me my future husband is going to be 6’10” so it is pretty much a done deal that my kids are going to be giants.
I even looked up this height predictor to find out exactly how tall my giants would be. It said the boy would be 6’9″ and the girl would be 6’4″. I don’t expect to have children for at least another 5 years (I mean I haven’t even met this 6’10” guy yet) but I’ve been thinking about what I would tell my children based on my experiences. How am I going to raise them to be happy, confident people? Because let’s face it, it is hard to be different and stand out from the rest. They are going to be unusually tall and when they get the looks and stares they’re going to need someone to tell them that everything is okay. And if they are going to be anything like me, they are going to be tall at a very early age. They need to know that they are perfect the way they are and they are not freaks no matter what anyone says.
I remember when I was younger, I didn’t want to have girls. Not because I particularly favor boys but because I knew she was going to be very tall. I know what it was like for me and I didn’t want her to go through that. But I’ve changed my mind especially after meeting so many beautiful women taller than me through this blog. Yeah, it’s not easy but we’re all made better because of it. And I’m sure it’s not easy being a really tall guy either even though it’s more “socially acceptable” for men to be tall than women. But 6’9″ is definitely unusual especially when growing up in a land of shorties.
I will tell my children that they are loved and beautiful as I would any child. They don’t have to play sports if they don’t want to. No matter how many times coaches try to recruit them or strangers badgering them with stupid comments. I will teach them to see the humor in everything. Life is too short to take things so seriously; to be angry and upset about things you can’t change (i.e. your height, other people’s behavior).
My mom told me that she didn’t try to beat us over the head with our “tallness”. It is hard enough raising children as it is. She wonders if she could’ve done things differently. She thought my sister and I were coping well as it was so she didn’t feel the need to single out our height. She simply told us to stand up straight, don’t slouch and etc. Would it have been better if she took us to Tall girl support groups or took us to a tall psychiatrist to help us “deal”? I really don’t know the answer to that, but I have to say I’m happy with the way I’ve turned out so far, so thanks Mom. I think I (and my kids) am going to be okay.
Any tall mothers out there? Am I the only one who was a little anxious about having tall children? Is there anything you wish you (or your parents) would’ve done differently raising tall children? Let me know in the comments below.
The Mother of Giants,