You know when you need a remnder that what you are doing means something? Today’s guest post comes from Andrea, who I met for the first time in person during the Type-A Parent conference. Her comments to me about Just.Be.Enough. made me a)love her for life and b) realize that sometimes we just have no idea the impact that even the smallest of things can have on someone else. So I am thrilled that Andrea is here today sharing her voice, her story.
Andrea blogs regularly over at Good Girl Gone Redneck about life, motherhood and what it’s like to be a native New Yorker living in NC. She misses pizza and bagels but enjoys a sweet tea and a plate of hush puppies like the rest of the South!
It’s not much, but when married to someone who is 6 feet tall it represents something.
I am not quite sure what, but it’s definitely something.
When I hold my daughter in my arms, I realize that it won’t be long before I am looking UP at her.
She is five years old. She is beautiful. She is going to be tall. Taller than I am, no doubt.
Right now she falls beneath my arm. Fits right in, as though it were a crevasse made just for her. How much longer before she can’t squeeze in there anymore?
Growing up my brother used to joke about stretching my legs. How I wished that were possible. A few extra inches in the right places might thin me out. Make me fit better. Height might strengthen me in all the right ways.
All those thoughts. Wishes. Wondering. Was it a waste of time? Perhaps. It was who I was. Then.
I didn’t need those 4-inch heels when I walked to work from the bus stop nearly 20 blocks away.
I didn’t HAVE to wear fancy shoes – even on my wedding day.
I don’t wear wedges anymore. They’re cute. They’re trendy. I certainly like how they look.
But they aren’t comfortable. They aren’t me. That’s not who I am.
A few extra inches will not help me grow.
My heart and mind have grown enough to represent who I am.
All of me.
Loving wife. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend.
All of me.
Standing tall at 5′, 2 1/2″ (give or take) inches.
It’s all good. It’s enough.
It’s who I am.