While we were in the hospital with Hewitt’s pneumonia, we had some prescriptions that we needed to fill. Normally this is my duty, but I was sticking with my little boy and did what any good mother would do in this situation – I delegated it to my husband.
So off Jim went with the prescriptions, the HSA checkbook, and his cell phone in case he had any questions (there always seems to be questions). He cheerfully came back half an hour later. We were going to use the medication when the respiratory specialist saw it and said it was too strong a dose. So off he went again to the doctor’s office.
Since the doctor’s office is across the parking lot from the hospital, I suggested he bring Indigo and Jade – so they could get some sunshine – and I could get a break!
Really, this is Jim’s story, but I’ll try to relate it truthfully and to the best of my ability.
When Jim arrived at the doctor’s office, he had Indigo (18 months) and Jade (3 months) with him in the stroller. They were sitting angelically and looking beautiful.
In the waiting room were three women (mother, grandmother, and aunt?) all attending to one approximately 3 year old boy.
This small child was apparently running around the waiting room, climbing over chairs, and disrupting everything. Jim says there was a constant stream coming out of the women’s mouths: “Don’tdothat; comehererightnow; Itoldyounottoclimbonchairs; sitrightdownrightnowMISTER” etc, etc.
The next thing Jim sees is zoooom, out the door runs the little boy. Mom and Grandma are immediately on his heels.
The Aunt gives Jim an exasperated look and pronounces, “Just be glad you don’t have any BOYS. They are SO hard to handle.” This statement is made in the gravest tones with rolled eyes and everything.
Jim says he tried to restrain himself for about 30 seconds, before calmly saying, “Actually, I have 5 boys. These are just the youngest of my 3 girls.”
Any of you who have large families know the look that crossed her face. Part horror, part astonishment, part pity. And that was that last thing she said to Jim.
PJ – thanks for telling Jim’s Story – it does a mother’s heart good.
That is hilarious! I have a baby boy, after having four girls, so we’re the other way around. People often tell me, “just wait til you have a boy!”
Too funny! The other day I was out with our 3 boys shopping. At the checkout, the lady said, “How nice! Just three boys?” I smiled, having expected something like this, and I was ready. “Oh, this is just the boys – I have 6 girls at home.” :-O
I'm a mom of 5 sons. That stops people short a lot! Each boy is a gift from God – everything in each individual was placed there by God. I just have to figure out sometimes how God means it to be used:)
Ha! I see you posted this a few years ago, but I can totally relate to Jim. We only have two boys, 3 and 13 mos., so far and they aren't always angelic, but it amazes me to see ppl w/ 1 or 2 totally unruly children when I know families w/ 5 or more children that behave and are a pleasure to be around! Good Job Momma!