A Vist To The Doc

Yesterday I took my kids to the doctor. One needed a checkup and the other, well he just had to come with us. And he didn't hesitate to share with me how bored he was the entire time. Or how much he wanted his Gameboy so he could play a new game he just bought earlier that day. At that age (6) they have no concept of time either. He thought since we had 20 minutes to kill before our appointment, that we could just drive home, and pick up his Gameboy and come right back. Like someone would hold our place in the "doctor line" until we got back. Finally the doctor walked in and asked the oldest one to get up on the examination table. Then it hit me like a flashback from the past. I suddenly had a flashback to another appointment when the doctor was checking him as a newborn. You know, they lay the baby on the table, stretch them out a little, and mark the paper where the top of the head starts and the bottom of the feet rest- to get a measurement of length. My oldest is 9 now. But for a moment, well longer actually, I wanted him to be 1 month old again. To hold your newborn baby and have that baby lay his head on your shoulder is the best feeling there is. Well...I was pretty ecstatic when he told me he had absolutely no homework the other night. But it was no match for my flashback.