Friday, May 14, 2010

Speaking Of Short People

My 3 kids...oldest is 5'10, middle is  5'10,...and thankfully the baby  is a petite 5'8, size 10 shoe.
My prayers were answered.

It's true. I've always wanted to be tiny. As in itty-bitty, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot bikini. However, since I hail from the land of Largeness, I've instead developed an un-natural obsession for little people. Take my parents for example. They're fairly small. My dad is 5'9 and my mom is 5'6. And I'm obsessed with them. In that, how did you two do this to me? sort of way. My mom reminds me she had a brother who was 6'11.

Oh, so there's pure freakishness in my genes. That explains much, concerning my muchness.

It started in the fifth grade with my BFF Juanita.
After accepting the rejection of Holly Bashford,who wasn't that short anyway, I moved on and found a new friend I could keep with me at all times in my back pocket.

Juanita was my own little "polly pocket", and she looked up to me. Literally.

Actually, I'm pretty sure I was like a Mother to her. After all, I already wore a 'extra-support' bra, was taller than the teacher, and had the distinct ability of taking charge.

Juanita was the smallest kid in class, and I was the tallest. Weighing less than 40 pounds, her voice was no louder than a squeak, while mine was a deep husky boom.

Oh, how I loved her. My little Juanita was so cute and adorable and she was Mexican. When I went to spend the night at her house, I couldn't understand a word her family said to me. I only knew I'd had to duck to enter the front door.

Like two magnets irresistibly drawn together we were INSTANT best friends.
We had nothing in common, and I don't remember talking very much to each other. Did Juanita speak English? All I know is that we understood each other, sat by each other everyday at lunch, and were BFF's.

I love you short people...everywhere...if you need me to carry you on my hip somewhere I will. :)