My son took the top of the bug spray with him when he went outside to play. We like to make sure that our children use bug spray because they have such terrible reactions to mosquito bites. Soon he came back inside and handed me this tiny gift, a yellow flower just the right size for the “vase” he put it in.
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He starts kindergarten on Monday. We have his new bookbag packed with his school supplies and some ideas for what he wants in his lunchbox. I met his teacher on Thursday. I filled out all the paperwork that he brought back from open house and even had to take him to the doctor on Wednesday for a last minute polio vaccination that had been overlooked.
The varicella vaccination that he got at his 5 year check-up was really scary because the nurse could not get the plunger in the syringe to go down, so she had to stick his leg 3 times. He tensed up and screamed and had us both in tears. I promised him that he didn’t need another shot until he was 12 years old, but then the school nurse called me when she noticed that he still needed a polio booster. Somehow it was overlooked by everyone at the checkup. So on Wednesday I told him we had to run some errands. We dropped off books at the library and a prescription at the pharmacy and then I told him that we had to go to the doctor’s office. He asked who had the appointment and what it was about, but I didn’t tell him.
We got there about 15 minutes before the staff was ready to take him, so we played in the waiting room with the toys. Then I whispered to him that he needed an “immunization” because he didn’t know that word yet. I was hoping not to scare him. He nervously asked if it was a shot, and I said it was. Then he started screaming and trying to get out of my arms.
I asked for a lot of help holding him down on the table. I think 4 members of the staff were in the room helping me, apart from the nurse who administered the shot, but I couldn’t see because I was crying. It was over very quickly of course, and we wiped our tears with tissues and got our suckers and stickers and silly bands and hugs.
We immediately took the updated immunization record to the school nurse and hung out in her office for a few minutes, looking at photos of her grandson and a scorpion encased in a glass paperweight.
I am relieved he still thinks I am deserving of this tiny gift. I am filled with love for my sweet boy.