Claire wanted to visit her old preschool teachers this last week. Since her elementary school has been on Thanksgiving vacation and her preschool has not, we snuck in Tuesday morning to say Hi.
They all crooned to her in staggered rounds, "You're so tall!"
The refrain: TALL, tall, tAll, taLL.
A song scratched across my eardrums like a dusty record.
Later in the day we ran into friends we hadn't seen in a while. It was the same chorus. Claire, you're so tall. Look how tall you are. You've grown so much.
Claire, for her part, didn't seem fazed.
I try as hard as I can to make Tall seem positive for her. Tall is great! Tall is cool! You can reach things and see over heads!
But inside, when Tall dribbles out of people's mouths like blood, I writhe and gnash.
She's also brilliant! I want to cry. She's funny and spirited. And look at those dimples and that thick, chestnut hair.
Of course, though, Tall is the first noticeable thing about her.
I just have to give in and realize it is one of the themes with which we live. And understand that the world likes to exclaim the obvious.