So here is the scenario, our 11 soon to be 12 year-old, might as well be 20 year-old, pre-pubescent child (that is as tall as me and I am 5'6'') walks into this "place" where these little kids are running around and they put us into this room as you can see above with little cars, a stage that he has long ago passed. I am sure you think oh how sweet, he is just lying there waiting patiently. We'll let me assure that is not the case. I was taking a tongue lashing like no other. "Mom I am not a baby, why am I here?" "Why did they put me in this room." "Mom what are they going to do?" Finally he gives up and just lies there in complete disgust as you can note in this picture. (yes I had to take a picture as my camera was in my purse--"way to go mom," he said)
It only gets worse...The door opens and in walks the person alright, and it is "A" female and she asked very personal questions in "baby terms"....every time he looked at me like when we get out of here... I will kill you... I thought this poor boy will be in counseling the remainder of his life....
And yes it gets worse... the all time worse....it was the degrading.... earth shattering... SPECIMEN....AND "mom" needs to help...my son lost it...."NO NO" (right out in the hallway)... "yes, let mom help you PEE PEE (no less, why not some other word) so that we get a good specimen or we might have to do this blah blah blah " neither of us heard the rest..... but I do know that now the entire office now knows that my son has to pee in a cup and I have to go with him... yes, there were small faces terrified looking at their moms wondering if they were next....
In hysteria, I walked in there promising not to look.... He was furious... in the process, we dropped the sterile container in the toilet... "See what you made me do, DON'T LOOK"....
I was sweating when I got out of there....(Sigh, sigh, bigger sigh) And He wouldn''t even talk to me....
Yes, I have damaged one more child.... line them up martha (whoever martha is).... they will all be in counseling....
We did get a first report of everything looked good but we are onto test number 2.... Dear Lord... Dad is going in on this one....
Father, thank you that You have such a sense of humor.....and thank you that our son is good!
Blessings...
DISCLAIMER: with much bribing, I have been allowed to post this by my son...
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Oh my, Connie, if I had snapped this pic, my kid would've reacted like Sean Penn with the paparzzi! Your boy is one patient kid. Sorry you guys are going through all this. No matter what you say to your kids, (such as: "Do you know how blessed you are that we don't have to 'camp out' at the children's hospital like other families?") it will not help, as they are generally not emotionally mature enough to let that sink in at this age. Just hang in there. Like Dobson says, parenting isn't for cowards. You're doing great.
I don't know whether to laugh or to offer a hug.
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It's ok to laugh.. we are still laughing....
we really feel like things will be fine... we'll worry later if we need to...
I am also laughing with you, and giving you great big hugs too. I am praising God that the tests turned out good, and I am praying for the rest of them to be fine also. I love you my friend.
Praying for your son, Connie. I can tell he is like "almost a teenager!" Tell your son, I can tell he is way too big to be baby-talked. He is taking it all in stride, I can see that :)
Thanks for your good and kind word to me!
Love in Jesus,
Holly
wow...now THAT is one heck of a Memorial Weekend! Glad I'm not the only one "multi-taking"!
Hilarious. Great story for his wedding one day! Keep this. Oh, and the picture.
Hearts from You!