Ravings of a Corporate Mommy: In the blink of a eye

July 12, 2005 | Category: Mother to the First Power

The last time we took Bear to the doctor's, we were still in the position of translating and advocating for him. The Dr. asked where it hurt, and Bear would point to his throat, and CD or I would say "Well, he began running a fever on Staurday and then yesterday he started having trouble swallowing..."

This morning, we touched the future again. As we did the first time someone rang the doorbell looking to play with Bear, as we did the first time we dropped him off at carpool instead of parking and walking him into his classroom.

He answered all the doctor's questions.

He knew how old he was, and where it hurt, and that he didn't want the doctor to use a tongue depressor ('They make me sick'). He knew when to lift his shirt and suck in a breath, and how to hold quiet and still for his blood pressure.

All CD and I did was nod.

She was a new doctor for Bear, but by the end of the visit he was complimenting her. He told her how he used to not like planes, but now they were fine. And that maybe he felt the same way about doctor visits.

When we filled out the paperwork, CD asked me how much Bear had weighed and how long he'd been at birth.

I couldn't believe he'd forgotten.

To CD, it's been almost 5 years. So much has happened and now, here we are, parents of a rough and tumble preschooler on the verge of so much independance.

To me, it was all just yesterday that he was a wriggling curious infant with curious blue eyes and a shock of red hair. I look and listen to our son with awe, and realize how much has happened in the blink of an eye.

Which is probably why I misted up tonight when "100 Years" came on the radio.

The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

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I remember feeling that lump in my throat when our kiddo was turning into her own little self when it came to the doctor. She marched right in there and up onto the examination table. No help ... no coaxing needed. When the doctor came in she was all business.

They grow up too fast .. .way way too fast. And then, in a split second, they throw a tempertantum the likes you've never witnessed before because you didn't pop out more children closer in age to her so that she'd had playmates at her disposal.

And then you remember how not grown they still are. ;)

*hug* For all of the other stuff that's been going on. I feel you on the living in a house that is in a constant state of construction and destruction. I dream of moving out of this home but James keeps telling me that we need to stay until he finishes all of the projects .... I don't really want to fast forward 15 years and see that the bathroom is still green sheetrock.

Posted by: Michele on July 13, 2005 09:49 PM

I can;t even remember their names anymore! I'm certain one of them is named "dammit".

Posted by: Genuine on July 13, 2005 02:31 PM

This sounds like the Princess' last yearly DR check-up. I was busy wrangling my Bear and the DR just chatted with the Princess. It was great.

Posted by: Grace on July 13, 2005 10:19 AM

Isn't it strange how they start acting like little adults!
Men are just forgetful and women can't be because then no one would know the answers!

Posted by: Melissa on July 13, 2005 08:06 AM