Thursday, January 12, 2012
For the last several months, there's been an ongoing debate about who is taller -- me or Amanda (13). We frequently assume this pose.
In late November or early December, she went to the doctor and she measured 5 feet 5 1/4 inches, so I knew she was getting really really close, but I was still taller. However at a recent family gathering, Amanda was measuring up to her 14-year-old cousin (she was taller) and my grandmother who says she's 5' 8," but at 91 years old she's way shorter than me. In fact, the last time I saw her, she asked me if I was still growing!
And so Amanda and I stood back to back, and the overwhelming consensus was that she was taller. I couldn't believe it -- I demanded a picture. And the picture speaks for itself.
What strikes me about this picture is how exactly our hair color and texture matches. I have never ever put anything on my hair -- highlights, dye, etc., and I was beginning to feel a little drab and faded, but look -- I'm lustrous like a teenager!
People say we look just alike. I see a resemblance, and we are to the point where we are confused on the phone by her friends, my friends, and even my husband/her father!
I'm proud that she's like me in some ways, but it seems that week after week, month after month, I see her standing taller and prouder as her own person, and I like that even more.