“Mom!” I wailed, my third-grade voice
quivering with despair. “I’m too short!
Everyone in my class is taller than me!”
She smoothed my hair, patted
my puffy red eyes, and carefully
blotted away wet spots on my cheek.
“Don’t worry, dear. All the boys
like a girl that’s short. You just
wait and see.”
“Mom!” I wailed, some years later.
“I’m too tall! All the seventh-grade
girls are shorter than me!”
Without missing a beat, she smiled,
then soothed away all my fears
with her motherly wisdom—
“Don’t worry, dear. Have you
ever seen a short girl wearing
a fur coat?”
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