Friday, January 15, 2016

Where Is My Gold Star?

Mr. S is winging his way back to China later today. On Monday, I’ll do a departure post. But for today I’m switching gears. Snarky and whiny are on the menu.

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My kids have had a rash of doctor’s appointments lately. Between our regularly scheduled therapy sessions and these “add-ons,” we’ve sometimes been at the doctors twice a day.

At the end of each session, the doctor or therapist typically offers the patient a dip into the lollipop jar or a sticker for a job well done. The kids gladly partake. I have just one question: Where is my gold star?

No one becomes a parent for the accolades (if they do, they must surely be disappointed. When is the last time you got a pat on the back for an error-free diaper change or an efficient trip through the carpool line?). But nonetheless, I’d still like a little recognition.

Getting multiple people out the door with snacks (nutritious, naturally) and water bottles and activities (non-screen, I might add) to keep them amused and immersed both in the car and waiting room is not for the faint of heart. I’d also like the record to reflect that even though it’s been raining buckets and traffic has been beastly, we’ve consistently been on time.

Yes. I realize how lame and narcissistic this sounds. Being a parent is my job. Taking my kids to their appointments: school-related, medical, extracurricular is all within the scope of my duties. I’m sure it was all there in the parenting contract, even if I didn’t read the fine print. And timeliness to one’s job, inclement weather and otherwise, is not praiseworthy – I get it.

But still, my efforts and I could do with a little acknowledgment. If there is a M.D. who starts handing out jello shots to diligent parents – we’re switching doctors, even if said doctor is not in-network.

Who’s with me?

1 comment:

  1. Jessica, I give you a gold star...a big one! You are the only person I know who has such a heart of gold to take on 3 children and then take another for 30 days who is not even yours. With the schedule you keep, I can't imagine how you do it. Thank you, and Matt, for your tireless love and energy that you give to them.