The end of summer drill comes and it is supplies, clothes and the visit to the doctor. Of course, all these things are usually rather uneventful until this year.
My mom (Nanny) agreed to take Alyssa to the doctor for a check-up. Being sixteen, Alyssa informed Nanny that she could go in to see the doctor alone.
I’m not there, but I have the peace knowing that my daughter is being taken care of by my mother. Then I get a beep of a text message on my phone. It is from Alyssa and it says…
My first reaction was that of a mother…panic…someone has to be in there with her! I quickly dial my mother who is waiting for Alyssa to come out of the office.
“Mom! Alyssa has to get shots. Please go in there with her.”
I hate shots and her pathetic little message made me feel sick. I’ve never not been there when she had to get shots, so I just felt awful. Sixteen or not, she is still MY BABY!
In about ten minutes, I get a phone call from Alyssa…she’s laughing.
“Mom, why did you send Nanny in there with me?”
“Because you said you were going to cry!” I retort.
Laughing out loud again, she says, “That’s just a figure of speech. I wasn’t really going to cry.”
Relieved but perturbed, I responded, “Well how the heck was I supposed to know that!”
She’s still laughing! I’m glad I’m so comical when I sat worrying about her crying while getting four shots.
“Mo-om!” She says that a lot. “I’m sixteen. I don’t cry when I get shots.”
“Well guess what Alyssa?” I said. “I’m a whole lot older than that and I have cried from getting a shot.”
Now she is really laughing.
“That’s because you’re funny that way.”
Great. Now I’m “funny” and a “way.” I don’t think they were compliments.
The end of the story is that by the morning she couldn’t raise her arms and it was, “Oh Mom. I can’t lift my arms further than this far,” which was only about mid-torso. “Is there something I can take because I have a temperature too. Can you make me some soup?” Oh. So now she NEEDS the “funny” woman with a “way.”
Well, la-te-da. I guess shots are not such a breeze after all since I hear all this helpless whining now. I assume that it is because Alyssa is “funny” that “way.”
Touché Alyssa! I love you!
You have a wonderful daughter. You sound like such a great mom. I love the Rothschild quote.
Ha, how quickly she needs you again 🙂
You gotta love those teenage daughters!
I always say that God knew what he was doing when he gave me one daughter followed by 5 boys. I kid. Sorta. lol
Lisa @
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Oh boy, do I ever relate to you on this one!
Elaine 🙂
I love this post!!! And you're right, no matter the age, they're still our babies!!
LOL, what a cute story. Funny how they need us but don't need us at the same time.
I can't remember the last time I've been in the room with our 15yo son while at the doctors. Oh, no…too embarrassing to have Mommy in there with him.
Hugs ~ Sandy
This post made me giggle, but I'm funny that way.
I'm a lot older than 16 but I still cry sometimes with shots/blood draws. 😛
I have had to take my little one so many times to get shots. I am so happy that I do not have to go back until she is 4. I think it will be harder then. She will cry and I think be a little upset.
That made me laugh. A great way to start my morning! Thanks!
Another great post! "That's because you're funny that way."
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Ha! That's funny! My sixteen-year-old only needs me when it's convenient for her, too!
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That was such a cute story! My boys just run around like chickens when the nurse or doctor walks in the room. The nurse or doctor will then ask me who goes first and I always say, "The one I catch first!"
Oh girl you are so good…. ya know that "way", LOL!!
I have been told that I am "funny that way" many times. I still don't fully understand if its a compliment or not.
That is such a cute story. You will always be a mom and she will always know it in her heart. It's that growing up thing that stands in the way. Thanks for sharing. It brought a smile to my face.
That is such a cute story, yet is such a profound example of the relationship between a child and mother.
Cute story. Hopefully, our daughters will always need us regardless of their age!
I loved this post so much. And, as I'm sure you know, daughters ALWAYS need their mothers. Always.