That's what I thought, anyway. After spending years as a tall person, I suddenly felt like a freakish dwarf.
Maybe I'm not getting enough calcium, I thought. Maybe my back is hunched over like the St. Louis Gateway Arch!
So, this morning I measured myself to be sure. I stood in the hallway, against the torn wallpaper (that's scheduled to be re-done soon) and had Valentine make a big black mark on the wall.
Holding the tape measure up to it, I could easily read "5 feet 7 inches".
So, I hadn't shrunk, which was good to know.
How could I feel so short when I'm vastly taller than the typical French female? The average French woman is just over 5 feet 3 inches tall and 137.6 pounds. I'm a Clydesdale grazing in a herd of minature ponies.
Then I had an idea. I called Severin away from his breakfast cereal. "I'm going to measure you guys. Stand here!" I ordered.
He looked down and patted my head tolerantly as he went by. I made a mark for him and then one for Valentine. When JP saw what we were doing, he came over and had me make a mark for him too.
At this point, the source of my self-image problem became crystal clear: Valentine (age 15) is 5 feet 9 inches!! Severin (age 12) is 5 feet 11 inches !!!??? My husband is 6' 2".
And at the rate the twins are growing, they'll be taller than I am within a few years as well.
The only family members shorter than me will be the cats!
When I went online just before blogging, I looked at various sites that will give a prediction of your child's eventual adult height. I tried this one, which seemed like it would be more accurate because it not only asks for the child's current height and weight, but also takes into account the height of the parents.
It announced that Severin will likely be around 6 feet 5 inches by age 21.
So, it looks like I'm going to go from feeling a "bit short" to feeling microscopic...