Drew had a doctor’s
appointment a few weeks ago; he was home from school with a fever and a
terrible cough. The other boys went to school with no afflictions that I knew
of. Usually when Drew goes to the doctor Adam goes as well, they either have
check-ups or shots or are both sick at the same time. This was a new situation.
So we go to the appointment and I have assured Drew that there will be no shots
so he has nothing to be scared of because he looks a little anxious for a child
that doesn’t have an anxious bone in his little body. He kept asking “No shots,
right?” to which I emphatically answered that there would be none. This should
be enough, I don’t lie to my sons and I am very forward with the truth so I am
puzzled by his manner. Then it occurs to me, Adam takes care of Drew and Adam
isn’t here. What to do? I ask Drew if this is why he looks so worried. “Yes.” Hmmmmm…well,
I assure him that even though Adam is at school right at moment that I am with
him and his mother treasures him and will let nothing bad happen to him. I told
him there would be no shots and no pain (even if the doctor wanted to take some
blood or give him a shot, it wouldn’t happen today since I have comforted my
child with the fact that there will be no pain). I tell him that we will go to
the pharmacy and get his medicine and he will be well soon, that no one will
make him unhappy or uncomfortable because I will not allow it and I will stand
in-between him and any unpleasantness, I
will protect him. To this he replies “So, can we go get Adam?” I see where my
place in his life is and it is behind his twin brother, his keeper. I’m good
with that.
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