My oldest daughter is two years and ten months older than her brother and my youngest daughter is two years and six months younger than her brother.
As my three children have grown there has always been roughly about a head difference in height between them.
I must admit I always thought it was cute that when they stood in birth order there was a step pattern by age in terms of height. I have literally thousands of pictures, taken through the years, of them lined up from oldest to youngest – girl, boy, girl – tallest to shortest.
I was looking at them yesterday from a distance, as they did something with their father, and I realized my thirteen year old son is now much taller than his ten year old sister. In fact, my son is quickly catching up in height to his sixteen year old sister.
And you know what? It made me sad.
That height spacing is now gone – forever. It won't be long until my son is as tall and then taller then his older sister. That step pattern might come back at some point but it will no longer be by birth order because soon my middle child will be the tallest of my children.
They're growing up and up and up.
And I know it's a good thing and it's something that has to happen, but honestly? Tonight it's just making me sad.
Pass the wine.