5 Quirks of Being a Tall Mother

I’m pretty tall, as it goes.

Once, when working at my Saturday job on a UK Pharmacy counter as a hapless 16 year old, an elderly lady looked up at me, over 6 feet tall in my totally-unsuitable-for-standing-all-day high heels and asked ‘is it cold up there?’. Happy memories…

Anyway, one might think that height has no bearing on parenthood but I have found the following:

1. Maternity clothing is nigh on impossible to find

There’s a picture of me at 8 months pregnant on a beach here in Abu Dhabi. It is a lovely picture in many ways. When looking at this photograph, in addition to thinking I look like a ship in full sail, I can’t help wishing the dress I was wearing was a little longer. Pregnant ladies bemoan the hardships involved in finding clothing that doesn’t look frumpy and doesn’t cost a month’s salary for one outfit. Add extra height into the mix and it becomes a recipe for awkwardly exposed wrists, knees and ankles, waistlines partying around the chest area and trousers at half mast. Finding ‘tall’ maternity clothing is like searching for rockinghorse food.

If I had a whiff of entrepreneurialism about me, I’d start my own clothing line for this very niche market. But for the moment, I’ll just giggle nostalgically at my pregnancy photographs.

2. Big feet

Having ‘canoe-shoes’ -as my family like to refer to me- is part and parcel of being blessed with extra inches in the height department. There’s an old wives tale (or maybe there’s medical fact behind it, I don’t know)… that big feet means an easy labour as the hips and birth canal would be in proportion to the size of the feet. I can categorically, one thousand percent confirm that my gigantic feet (and hips for that matter) did not make that process any easier….

3. It’s a long way down

When, a few hours into my labour, the Midwife brought me a birthing ball the size of a beach ball I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The chances of me squatting to the height of that ball were slim to none. Unfortunately due to the unforeseen way Little O’s arrival into the world commenced, my extra large birthing ball did not accompany me to the hospital.

It didn’t stop at labour. Being a parent involves a lot of bending to the floor action. I estimate I pick up Little O from the floor at least a zillion times each day. When you’re a bit Giraffe-like, it’s a longer way down. My poor, poor back.


4. Baby Equipment is Made for Short(er) People

Baby changing tables – check

Strollers – check

Push-along ride on toys – check

Just a few examples of items made to torture the spines of tall parents and turn us into the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

5. Tall baby

Having tall parents generally means a fairly tall baby. Little O is obviously (as we all believe about our own children) the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. She is tall and gets through clothing sizes every few weeks. She grew out of her Jumperoo quickly, even on the highest setting. She stands taller than all of her baby friends. We are super lucky as there’s more of her to love!



I’m going to add a sixth point: actually it doesnt really matter….

Yes, sometimes being tall makes things a bit more tricky. But, when I outstretch my arms to say I love you this much, on the basis that arm span mirrors height, that’s a whole lot of love to go around. When Little O gets to the playground stage of ‘my dad is bigger than your dad’ she’ll be able to say that about mummy, too. I can happily reach toys from the top shelves stacked floor-to-ceiling in all the best toy stores. When carrying Little O on my shoulders she’ll have a fabulous birds’ eye view of her surroundings.

Tall or small, Hunchback or not, the beauty of parenting is that whatever our shapes and sizes, our little ones will always think we rock!


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7 thoughts on “5 Quirks of Being a Tall Mother

  1. I’m 5’11”. I agree about the baby equipment. Never tried a birthing ball! I got lucky on feet though – my feet are not proportionate to my height, and are just an average size 6. This does make people ask how I can balance, but stops shoe buying being a pain! #fridayfrolics

  2. I am 4ft nothing. I am shorter than short. I look like a child pushing the stroller, and I get ID’s buying calpol all the time. I’m 36! I enjoyed reading the other side of the story. Check out my post “short girl mummy problems” If you want to know about the other side! Thanks for sharing on #FridayFrolics

  3. I love this and agree wholeheartedly! I am 6 foot and have the hardest time finding any clothes that are long enough, although maternity is extra hard. Luckily the maxi skirts are in, so in my last 2 pregnancy’s I just wore a bunch of those, but my first pregnancy 15 years ago I had basically nothing that fit right.

    And the strollers! Oh my. I have always had my husband push when we are out and about when he is with us, or now my oldest daughter. I actually did get a stroller that is tall enough now–it is a Joovy. But it is a big stroller, the little umbrella strollers are still woefully too short.

    And for birth–my last baby that was born a year ago we had at home. A friend of mine who has had like 4 homebirths kept telling me I should just get one of those kiddie pools with the blow up sides as my birthing pool. But, yea, that wouldn’t even cover my contracting belly. So I had to go for the deepest birth pool I could find. Much more expensive. Luckily my midwife had rentals with liners, so I didn’t have to drop $500.

    Great post!

  4. Lovely post 🙂 I’m a tall one too and totally agree with all this. I think my feet actually grew during pregnancy, so nearly impossible to find shoes that fit now. I hate that all strollers are made for short people too! #coolmumclub

  5. Hi, Lovely to meet you and your blog! This is a v funny Tall Tale (pardon the pun) of parenting at height…Love your sense of humour, you’ll fit right in at #coolmumclub x x x MMT

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