My daughter outgrew me, I don't remember for sure, when she was maybe 15? She's 5'6" now, but she married at 6'4" hulk, and their issue is taking after daddy.
My boys, of course, have looked down on me since forever. The eldest has been mad at me ever since I produced a boy the second time around. He ordered a sister. I never did get through to him that it really wasn't my fault.
The second boy is more forgiving. He still hugs me in public and yells LUVYA, MA! Boy, I say. He's a grown man, but he still allows me to call him Sonny Boy.
I kinda like my kids. Except for a vague physical familial resemblance one would never know they're related. #1 is one of the funniest people I've ever known. His sense of humor just lays me out! #2 has a crusty exterior but a marshmallow interior. The genius of the family. #3 --how do I describe her? Her nickname is Mayhem or Mama Mayhem. Does that tell you anything? Actually, she has a very sweet and tender side, but don't tell her I blew her cover.
That's it for now, kiddies. Time for TV.
Shalom