I am often stared at with quizzical eyes.
I have been mistaken for my son's babysitter, older sister, and aunt.
I'm too small for most adult clothes, but I'm way too old for the amount of sparkles on most kids clothes.
A few times a month someone asks me how old I am, how tall I am, or how much I weigh.
And Subway countertops. Why do you have to be so darn high?
My life at 4'8" tall can be interesting. It can come with some difficult moments - and some really fun ones, too.
I'm easy to lose in a crowd, but my height makes me hard to forget.
I'm a great candidate to travel with because I take up barely any room.
Kids clothes and shoes are pretty cheap.
I'm quite approachable, seeing as I'm about as intimidating as your 10-year-old little sister.
I am an expert at climbing onto counters, fitting into small spaces, and purchasing step-stools.
Though being a bit different can be funny, on the hard days, I'm tempted to be cynical. Somedays I REALLY want to take offense to the questions and the stares. But I'm learning to look at my life, and the strange things that may come with it, as a gift.
Because let's face it, I'm not going to get any taller. I'll probably always cause people to do a double-take and wonder how I'm related to Nicholas. And squeezing into children's Levi's is not going to get any easier as I age (and as I have more babies).
BUT - this is who I am. This is the life I've been given and this is the way that God made me. I'll bet there's a lot more joy that comes with embracing the uniqueness of who I am, than in holding onto what I'm not.
What makes you unique? How have you learned to embrace the good and the bad that sometimes comes with being "different?" What could God want to say to you today about how He made you?