One of my favorite things to see as an adult and a parent, is the awkward-in-between stages teens go through while growing.
Ironically, that was one of the most painful things to deal with while a teen. Or in my case, a preteen.
In 5th grade, I was 5'4. I was by far, the tallest person in my class. I played basketball (of course) and since the coaches all thought I was going to be huge, I was trained as a center.
Which was a shame, because at 39 years old, I am now 5'6. That's right, I've only grown 2 more inches since I was 11 years old. Sigh.
It was hard being 11 years old and being so tall. Gawky. Awkward.
But it's been a hoot watching all the kids go through that with different eyes.
Long legs. Gawky walk. Girls with no hips yet. Girls who hunch over trying to hide their height. Boys who haven't quite figured out how to manage their big ol' feet yet.
I know, it's a terrible thing to experience, but I promise, if you survive your own growth spurt--you'll live to really enjoy watching others suffer through theirs.