Look at these tall boys! I told my boys, eons ago it seems, that my main goals as a mother were pretty simple. I want my boys to be good at loving. I want them to follow truth. I want them to avoid trouble. And they need to be smarter than and taller than and independent of their mother.
That is my job.
It looks like they are working on their end of the bargain - the first three have passed me up handily, and the fourth is only a few inches away. They are growing; I can tell because those long black marks on our measuring chart are getting higher and higher, and because they eat.