This past week I measured my son. Again. He's grown more than seven inches in the past eight months.
I'm not used to looking up to talk to my son. He's almost six feet tall.
So many changes are happening to him, inside and out. He's stretching and growing, physically, emotionally, mentally. He's exploring new vistas, seeing new possibilities, and while this can be exciting, it can also be frightening. He's slowly becoming accustomed to the changes in his life.
I can sorta relate here.
I've been growing and changing and stretching myself. I am becoming more accustomed to the changes in my life over the last few months. I've become easier in talking to people about my books (though I still freeze up when someone asks "So, what's your book about?") I've gotten more used to hearing people's opinions of my work. I've got two books out in the hands of readers, I'm finding reviews and mentions of my name in ever-increasing circles on the Internet. This Friday I will go to my first official booksigning. I'm very glad I won't be alone in the signing. I'll be with Mary Connealy, friend, mentor, and all-around amazing woman.
Question: Have you hit any growth-spurts lately? Are your kids shooting up faster than you can imagine?