December 26, 2008

Paws to Thought

My boys are growing.

I know, y’all are sitting there reading this thinking, “And…? It happens.”

The problem is they are starting to grow at what feels like an exponential rate and I keep getting caught off guard. I blink and its as if someone grew a couple inches.

I realized it more when we walked in my parents' home Tuesday night and my Mom looked at me, looked at my eldest boys, looked at me again and said, “They grew since July!”

I’m feeling it with Mr. T. His hands are just a wee bit smaller than mine and he just looks a bit stretched.

Ringo’s growth has snuck up on me, perhaps as I was preoccupied with his younger brother's growth. This past summer, I posted how his feet surpassed mine and how I inherited his very cool Van shoes.

His hands are bigger than mine as well. My husband bought us all gloves for skiing for our stockings and he found a GREAT sale a couple weeks ago, prompting his idea for Christmas. He used my hands as a guide as to what size to buy the boys gloves.

Husband, on cell: Hun, what size are your hands?

Me: Women’s medium. Why?

Husband: Ringo’s hands, bigger or the same as yours?

Me: Slightly bigger by ¼ of an inch.

Husband: Mr. T’s?

Me: ¼ of an inch smaller. Are you using my hands as a gauge?

Husband: Yes. Thanks. *click*

So, about Ringo’s paws.

They’re big. And we’re trying to figure out whose he got.

I know, you’re thinking, “What? They’re HIS hands.” But its kind of fun to sit with kids and say, “He got my sense of humor, he got his Dad’s eyebrows, he writes like his Uncle.” (The writing… this is an odd neurological post in itself…)

And so we look at his hands and… Ringo has surgeon’s hands. They are absolutely beautiful. The way they look, how he moves them, they are gentle, long fingers and smaller palms, seemingly smaller as his fingers are just so... long.

That’s what has us thrown. He holds them up to TGOO’s hands and they are slightly smaller, but his fingers are the same length. Its his palms that are smaller.

My husband has lovely hands… but it’s the same thing. Where my son’s hands are long and elegant, odd thing to say, but he looks like a pianist, my husbands hands have very wide palms.

Girls in Ringo’s school comment on his hands. One girls loves to run her hands over his, touching his long fingers. (He has many female friends, but not a ‘girlfriend’.)

They are absolutely beautiful hands and we’ve been going through the family, both sides, trying to figure out genetically from where they came. We cannot find them anywhere.

Ringo’s arms are LONG. The kid has this crazy long wing span, but a short body. He’s aware of it and hates it. They did this very cool science project in school, “Are you a rectangle or a square?” where they measured their wing span and compared it to there body size.

He’s a rectangle (his arm length exceeds his body length) by the largest of anyone in his class… 9 inches, if I recall. When I tell him that Michael Phelps is a rectangle too, he looks sullen, shrugs his shoulders and says, "I don't want to swim..."

His body will grow and he’ll be 5’6 to 5’7 as that is his genetic destiny, but I suspect his arms and fingers are finished growing, its just a matter of time for his torso and palms to catch up. His feet are still growing…

But that brings me to this year’s Christmas Eve picture at my folks’ home. We all stood while TGOO got the camera in place. Ringo stood next to me.

I put my arm around his waist, I guess an instinctive Mother Hen “this is my child” gesture, when I realized that his waist was where mine is. He is only an inch or two shorter than I.

My son is going to surpass me in height this year. I get it… this is supposed to happen… but I’m just not feeling ready. He’s turning into a man… and I’m left thinking, “Hunh.”

Posted by Boudicca at December 26, 2008 06:19 PM | TrackBack

Love reading about you and your boys. They are lucky to have someone who understands them so well.

Posted by: dick at December 26, 2008 07:15 PM

Yeah, they do grow up fast. I'm getting used to being the shrub in a forest of oaks (but then, it's been about six years since our youngest passed me in height so I've had some time to adjust).

Posted by: Bob at December 26, 2008 10:46 PM

Dick- Well, we'll see how these teenage years go. There are days it is hit and miss.

Bob- I won't even be a shrub. I'll be stinkin' grass. Its been so nice being the 2nd tallest person in the family. I'm never the near tallest anything. Five years... I'll be the smallest. Again. Luckily, I'll always be scarier!

Posted by: bou at December 26, 2008 11:26 PM

How many times do i hafta keep tellin ya to get some pipes in that boys hands! The world needs more pipers with fingers like that. Anyway, just catchin' up...sorry i've been away so long...the parents 50th and all.

Merry Christmas from The Kingdom!!!!

Posted by: at December 26, 2008 11:46 PM

Long fingers will serve him well playing bass guitar.

Posted by: Denny at December 27, 2008 12:54 PM

My oldest daughter needed dress shoes for her Christmas Concert and we had to go to the women's section. 9 years old this month and she is in 6.5 womens shoes.

She got boots, size 6 for her birthday, to small.

She will be growing into her paws.

Posted by: Amy at December 27, 2008 11:29 PM

Big hands and feet? Throw them in the pool! Those are flippers, and that is an advantage :) .

Posted by: PeggyU at December 28, 2008 03:48 PM


Young son requested slippers for his Christmas present. Since it's been a few years - I decided I better ask to be sure his feet haven't grown.

He's still wearing a size 13.

Guess he's done growing. ;-)

Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Posted by: Teresa at December 28, 2008 08:26 PM