By an inch...

I knew this day was coming. 

It has actually been here for a little while, but I have yet to document it.

Mitchel is in fact taller than me now.

He was "as" tall as me for awhile (this summer) and now he has past me by...
by about an inch.

~Now here comes the nostalgia~
Because...
I can remember holding him in my arms after he was born.

Thinking he was the most curious and wonderful little person.

When you first bring them home from the hospital it is almost impossible to fathom that they will be too big to hold in your arms someday. 

Slowly they grow over the first few weeks and are so dependent on you it is hard to picture them as someday being IN-dependent...

 As their personality develops and you begin to really know them, the clock seems to speed up.

Days that used to be filled with chasing bugs and reading stories, is now consumed with their friends and their sports. We make time for each other, but long gone are the day when they believe everything you tell them.

When the height finally surpasses yours it is also matched with a new found sense of maturity. 

 They completely forget how immature you can be together.

They forget the person who taught them the meaning of fun.

And, what it really means to be the bigger person.

 When you are on the shorter side, like I am,
you know (or at least hope) that someday your children will surpass you in height.
It is just weird when it actually happens.

Now I know I probably have a good chance at someday looking "up" to them.

So, now it is documented.

A milestone in Mitch's life, which has been a focal point over the last year. 

*Especially when I have my shoes off around the house,
 he has this need to stand next to me and (once again) prove to himself that he has in fact, grown taller than me.

 I am reminded of what an amazing young man he is growing into,
every time I see him help someone without being asked.
Each time I witness him teaching his brothers a new skill and taking the time explain things to them.
He is selfless and courteous.

He is patient and just as curious as always. 

He is consciously figuring things out for himself, he is still learning.

 

And no height (not even an inch) can ever change the fact, he is my baby.