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The Letter
September 23, 2005 | Category: Mother to the First Power
It's been a tough week - the low point being last Friday, when Bear's pediatrician called him 'obese'. For the record? She wasn't looking at him at the time, she was looking at something called a "BMI Chart". A tool she had not explained to us; with flaws she did not discuss. Which, on top of everything else, she used improperly.
First we dealt with the fallout to Bear (he was actually very reasonable in accepting that the doctor wanted to make sure he ate the right foods. He is pretty confident in his choices, but agreed that we could cut down the french fries.)
Then we dealt with our personal fallout. I can't speak for CD, but what kept me churning was that I had known she was wrong, but didn't do anything to stop her.
My regret is that I should have stopped her, you know? I should have interrupted her bad self and gotten my son out of there. I should have scrawled "Respect" on a sign and jumped up on the reception desk, holding it aloft.
I am ashamed of myself for not fighting back in the moment.
And?
I am ashamed of her.
Today I wrote a letter, explaining to her and to all the doctors in her practice why we will no longer be using their services. I mentioned that we were discussing it - me and the parents of the 22 other children at Bear's party - and discovered that lo! and behold! there were two other parents that had quit the same practice for similar reasons. And one other parent who was using the practice but got recommendations for another one based on our conversation.
I said that a doctor of children has a special responsibility to see children as individuals. To model and teach them respect for themselves, and pride in good health - which is not a number but a state of being.
I said that my son was not a pig at the fair to be weighed, measured and talked over. And that if a practice of doctors dedicated to children thought that was acceptable, then I would challenge each and every one of them to look deep in their hearts about their choice of profession.
Before they went bankrupt.
Or worse, did more damage to the patients in their care.
All that's left now, is to find a stamp.