Monday, May 16, 2011

Dropping the Ball

It turns out it really matters that I take my kid back to the doctor to have his TB test read three days later because if I forget to (like others must have before me, right??), he will have to get another shot in his arm and do it all over again. And the last time he had to get shots, he put his arms inside his t-shirt, knotted his body into a little ball and screamed SO hysterically that four nurses and another doctor stopped by the door just to sympathize.

And it turns out that it really is important to encourage one's child to practice the piano even though I hated practicing as a kid so much that I even fake-practiced, pressing random keys. It very well may be that, if you'd paid attention, you would have noticed that he'd been overwhelmed by the thought of playing with his thumb, and practicing could have rooted him down so that instead of locking himself in a closet when the teacher rang the doorbell and flat out refusing to come out, he would have rushed toward her.

And it turns out that parents need to be ready to leave for school WELL before it's time so as not to sweep through the living room like a cyclone, roaring for shoes and jackets, and biting everyone's heels on the way to the car. This only makes a child cry all the way to school and appear a mess as he clings to his mother in the doorway of his classroom, desperate to be without the hat he forgot, when really he's a mess because he felt scared of his wild storming mother instead of beloved by her.


TB test #2 tomorrow.

1 comment:

Annemarie said...

too familiar :(