Almost the first thing that came to my mind when I read about the April theme (my garden was first) was my son. Recently, he "sprouted" to 6'4 and 1/2" tall. Aside from feeling a bit overwhelmed, I'm 5'6", I feel the most amazing sense of pride. Pride. Like growing tall is a special accomplishment. Perhaps it's that he is a very attractive young man all around, with broad shoulders - and I could go on and on.
Both of my kids are blessed. They got the best of their dad and me and don't seem to have gotten any of our bad physical traits. I can't say they didn't pick up a few of our bad habits along the way.
When my daughter did her sprouting and was suddently taller than me, I felt left behind somehow. It was the strangest thing. I guess it was because I had to face the fact that she was growing up and learning to get along without me. She is fiercely independant.
Letting go is the hardest thing. Truthfully, the taller my son gets, the more I know I have to let go of him too.