Well, it looks like Hunter is sick again...or perhaps I should say "still". I swear, that kid get sick so easily. Last week he missed a full weeks worth of school because he caught whatever was floating around at the time. Needless to say, I got sick too, but not nearly as bad as him. Today, he comes home from Tae Kwon Do and throws up on the sidewalk. He was fine this morning...*sigh*
He's always had stomach troubles. I've known this for a long time. A few months ago, I took him to the doctor and they took X-rays. They found nothing, and after a not so pleasant exam, sent him home with a pat on the back and a warning to eat lots of fiber.
So now, my mom is stomping around the house giving me "the look". Why? Because I didn't like her idea of "take him to the doctor". What is the doctor going to do now? We've had X-rays. We've had the colon exam. What else is left? And how come "take him to the doctor" is the answer to everything?
You know...this is probably one of the biggest issues my mother and I have when it comes to raising my son. She's what I'd call a borderline hypochondraic. Everytime he's sick, even with a cold, she's yelling at me to take him to the clinic. She did this to me and my sister when we were kids too. Just ask my family, they'll tell you about how my sis and I were constantly being hauled off to the doctors office. Now my son is subjected to it. Oh, she's made some good calls on occasion, but more often than not, I'm given a generic perscription and sent on my merry way.
I just don't think pumping kids full of anitbiotics for every little sneeze and sniffle is good ethics. To tell you the truth, my personal doctor told me it was my over exposure to antibiotics that has caused me to "reject" certain medications such as...oh...virtually any kind of penicillin. I'm not allergic. They just don't work anymore. So what happens when I need to take antibiotics now? *laughs*
Even worse, the more my mom nags at me, the more worried I get and I start dreaming up all kinds of horrible illnesses...then I end up taking him in. Which is what she wants me to do. So she wins, but I'm still a bad mom. Ask her friends, they'll probably agree, since I know she tells them all kinds of things about me...
I guess I'll never live down my mistakes. I know I'm not a perfect mother, but neither is she. I've forgiven her for her faults, but she still feels the need to dwell on mine. That's too bad, but if it makes her feel better about herself, whatever...It just ticks me off that Hunter gets caught in the middle of it.
I love my son, regardless of what my mom thinks. He is the coolest little guy in the world. I can always count on him to make me laugh and I couldn't ask for a better playmate, even though he complains that I hog all the video games. Heh heh...He's the most compassionate little person too, and when I'm sad, he's there to give me a hug and cheer me up. I suppose, in the end, it doesn't matter what my mom thinks of me, it's Hunter's opinion that matters the most...
Posted by Zoso at May 17, 2004 10:25 PM