Am I Growing?

This morning Little Girl came up to me and asked, "Am I growing?"

Little Girl is the littlest person in our immediate family. She is quite slender, though she's tall for her age. At just less than 4 years old, she's 3', 5.5" (by my measurement 2 minutes ago), and weighs 37 lbs. Compared to other kids her age, she's not small. She has very narrow shoulders and delicate little fingers (I love those little fingers!!). She's quite a bit bigger than her cousin who is 4 months older than her, but Les is a pip-squeak, and always has been.

Little Girl's perception is always going to be tainted by comparing herself to her big sister. Big Girl is big. She's always been big. She was born big, and she has continued to be big. She's over 4', 1" tall and weighs just over 50 lbs. For a 6-year-old, that's BIG. One day, walking to school, we happened to meet up with a little girl from Big Girl's class, Audrey, and walked the rest of the way with her and her big brother and big sister. The brother, a second grader, was quite a bit smaller than my Big Girl, and the sister wasn't all that much bigger, and she's a 5th grader. Although, for the record, my Little Girl is probably bigger than Audrey. Still, my Big Girl is often mistaken for older than she is, just because she's so big. And then when she talks, and uses her vast vocabulary, or reads aloud, it can be falsely confirmed in the mind of whoever is mistaking her for being a couple years older than she is.

Little Girl is growing. She'll probably never catch up with her sister, but she's growing all the same. I think it's funny that she's thinking about it enough to come ask.

Today the song in my head is another Cake ditty, "Italian Leather Sofa."