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Stacey’s M.M. Post: Growing Up… Literally


(I’m using Ruth’s “I Remember” Memoir Post from last week to help me set up my post today. I figured this would be a nice way to show how other teachers’ writing can help inspire our own writing.)

As you can see, I kept going up and up and up... and then stopped!
As you can see, I kept going up and up and up... and then stopped!

I remember learning that you were your tallest in the morning.
I remember being measured every year on my birthday until I went to college.
I remember standing-up tall, against the door jam, waiting to be measured.
I remember a ruler being traded-in for a popcorn box since it delivered more accurate measurements.
I remember slinking to the side so a pencil mark could mark the place my head had occupied.
I remember tip-toeing downstairs on many a Sunday Morning hoping I’d be taller.
I remember wishing I’d grow up to be taller than my Mom… I did.
I remember wanting to be as tall as my Dad… that never happened.
Today I have fond memories of being measured in the mornings.
Today I stare at all of the markings on the door jam and remember being those ages.
Today I look at the pencil marks that represent my Grandparents’ Heights… they were really short!
Today I wonder if the next occupants of my parents’ house will paint over the door jam in the laundry room.
Today I’m okay, not happy, with the height that I am.
Today I realize that it’s the way you walk through the world, not how high you walk in the world, that matters most.

Stacey Shubitz View All

Literacy Consultant. Author. Former 4th and 5th Grade Classroom Teacher.

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