Saturday, October 15, 2016

When One Little Cold Changes the Ebb and Flow of... Us


Remember when I explained that Jordan didn't like to cough? Well, I finally found out the reason why. When she was in first grade and coughed, a boy told her she sounded like a buffalo.


According to Jordan, from this point on, she would do whatever it took to stop herself from coughing. Especially in school. There was that self-control issue, resurfacing again. My mature reaction was to tell her she should have coughed directly into the boy's face. Adam suggested that next time she say, "Well, at least I don't smell like one." This made her laugh. I hoped one day she would care less about what other people thought and said. Not an easy task to master.

When Jordan was sick she was a trooper and didn't complain much, but she obsessed about little things such as wiping her nose, and licking her lips to the point where they got very red and sore. She also refused to blow her nose. If she wasn't feeling well, I would be informed that she would not be attending school that day, due to the fact that she was too embarrassed. Don't get me wrong, I did empathize with her. I worried about her most of the day, and told her to go to the nurse if she felt began to feel worse (while also realizing the chances of this happening were slim to none). I guess I had faith that her teacher would notice if she appeared miserable. (Especially because of the whole student-teacher connection they apparently shared.) But if she wasn't actually sick with a fever, I thought she should go.

And to my surprise, she actually did.

I never would have shared this with her, but I was always shocked when she made the bus on these mornings. Because nothing about these mornings was easy. She could have refused to walk out the front door, or leave her room. Then what the heck would I have done? We were well beyond the joyous days of being able to carry her like a football, while working up a sweat securing her into the car seat.

Ah, the good old days.

Parents don't like when their children are sick. This is not a new concept. I've heard many claim that if they could trade places with their sick child, they would in a minute. I certainly would have. Parents would do anything to help take their children's pain and discomfort away. So I can't help but think about how convenient it is, that we have the opportunity to administer medicine to them.

It's such a simple, fast acting, usually productive solution. Or is it? Because if two of your children are sick, and one takes the medicine, and one refuses, the solution is actually only coming in at a 50% productivity rate. And we all know what letter grade a 50% gets you.

And parents are told to not compare their children.

Thank you.

Us Too

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