I don't mind being short most days. I don't think about it a lot and most of the time it doesn't bother me. But there are quite a few quirks that a short person, such as I, must deal with. So, I thought I would share so that you can sympathize with your short friends.
My pants are too long. I always buy short or petite length, but they are still 1-2 inches too long. Once in a while I will hem them haphazardly as I don't sew, but most of the time I just deal with it.
This leads me to the second observation. Living in a wet climate such as Illinois, the bottom of my pants are often wet. I decided a while back to give up on fashion and start rolling up my pants when its wet outside. I look really cool like this!
I often don't use the top shelves of my kitchen cupboards. Its just too much work.
I usually have my beloved step-stool close by. Its a plastic white step-stool that I bought to use in my dorm room in college. Its pretty beat up and not really white anymore, but I can't bear to part with it since its been with me through so much. Hope uses it now for various things and Anna currently likes to pull up on it.
My girls will be taller than me by the time they are 13. Or 10. They have consistently been taller than other kids their age on the charts.
A few weeks ago when I was carrying Anna in the snugglie, a lady said, "She's almost bigger than you!" Ha ha, very funny :)
Sometimes I stand on the bottom shelf at the grocery store to reach things on a higher shelf. Every time I do it, I think "One of these days the shelf is going to come crashing down." It just might, but I keep doing it.
Being short makes me look even more younger than I already look. This past summer our neighborhood had a block party thing. A lady had a booth set up to sell her jewelry. As I walked by looking at her stuff her husband said,"She's got great stuff you could use for the prom." I chuckled and said "Oh, I'm beyond the prom." He then said it again for some reason. I smiled at his wife who looked embarrassed and then I walked on pushing my double stroller.
When Mark and I were first married we were out visiting people who had visited the church for the first time. We knocked on the door of a house and a woman came to the door. Mark explained to her why we were there, asked her a couple of questions, and then introduced me as his wife. She laughed incredulously and told us she thought he was my dad.
In sixth grade the boy that all the little girls had crushes on used to call me Tall Grass. I don't think I knew he was making fun of me at the time :) In high school my best friend's boyfriend called me Willow. It was a joke and he wasn't trying to me mean, but you probably shouldn't call a 16 year old girl a name that invokes images of a hairy dwarf man.
I've always liked that song by Alan Jackson, "Its alright to be little-bity." It has a good message anyway, but I mainly just liked it because I was short.
People always told me I would like looking younger when I'm older. I think I'm in that transition phase now. I haven't been offered the kids menu at a restaurant in several years now, so that's nice. I'll really appreciate it in about 10 years probably.
I married a tall boy. That wasn't the only reason I married him of course. I also married him for his riches. ;)
Sometimes I try (not very hard) to think of the reasons why God made me short. As if there's some event that someday will take place and I'll think "Aha! This is it! My purpose!" But, really, people come in all different shapes and sizes and I'm happy to be made on the shorter end of things. It makes me somewhat unique, and helps to keep me humble.