I’m going to get this out now, I’m putting it on the record, and my oldest son will be ecstatic. YES, Matt is now taller than me. We measured everyone last night just to see exactly how his height compares to the rest of us:
Joshua – 4’2″
Mom – 5’3″
Matt – 5’6-1/4″
Chris – 5’7″
Personally, I was relieved to see that I haven’t started shrinking yet, and I could still say confidently that my driver’s license was truthful. (Well, okay, except for the “weight” part!) Matt wanted to make sure I got that extra 1/4″ included. Everything counts at his age!
I’m confident that Matt has grown more than 2 inches since school started in August. When shopping lately for long sleeved shirts for Matt, I had to convert over to men’s sizes, just to get something long enough in the torso. The short-sleeved t-shirts I purchased new for school are sure looking shorter now than when they were new! And we won’t even begin to discuss how his shoe size has grown this year!
Height proclamations. Now on the record for anyone to see. For Matt’s benefit only. Because I hate seeing him grow up so fast.
Have you ever wondered how a holiday tradition is started? I’ve wondered and learned that it’s by accident.
My “accidental” tradition is now held each year on December 23rd. We enjoy a picnic on the floor of the living room, complete with red and white gingham tablecloth. I put together a spread of Hickory Farms sausage, cheeses, crackers, fruits, veggies with dip and popcorn chicken. Fancy crystal glasses are also retrieved from the cabinet so we can all enjoy sparkling juice and feel like royalty.
When Joshua was 3 years old, I surprised the kids with this identical indoor picnic. I had them wait in the other room with Dad while I prepared the dinner, turned off all the lights but the Christmas lights and candles. We watched a Christmas movie (I think this first year it was “Annabelle’s Wish”) and enjoyed being together alone as a family before we started the busy Christmas Eve day schedule.
The following year, Matt, then 9 years old, reminded me of this “tradition”and stated all the details from the previous year that I was not to forget. It is amazing how you discover what things are important to your kids.
So now, each year on December 23rd, we have our traditional Christmas picnic feast. I’m not sure what movie we’ll we’ll watch this year, (it may be two!) but whatever it is, it will be another precious memory to savor.