Five minutes from home, I noticed a voice mail message on my cell phone.
“I hope you receive this before you get home but #2son is complaining of a stomach ache. He’s in the infirmary now and you’ll need to come pick him up.”
I just dropped them off at school 20 minutes ago. He seemed fine.
I was raised in a Western Medicine household. My great-uncle was our pediatrician. My mother was a intensive care nurse. There are more nurses, a surgeon and a general practitioner.
So I go off and marry a man who practices Eastern Medicine. I could just have well married a man from Mars.
“Are you sure these herbs are safe?” “Why am I taking all three of these?” “What does this one do?” “What if I just took that herb?” “I’m supposed to take how many? Are you sure that’s the right dose?” “Will this react with anything else I’m taking?”
My husband calls me his worst patient.
When we arrive home, I call my husband. I tell him the symptoms our 6-year-old son is experiencing and he confirms my diagnosis. Well, not my diagnosis, but the herbs that I was planning on giving him.
“What did Daddy say?”
“He said it sounds like a damp cold pathogen in your digestion,” I tell him, getting the herbs from the cabinet.
“What are you giving me?”
“OK,” I say to my son, “These are for your tummy and these herbs are just in case it’s something more.”
“Something more?” my son asks.
“Yes. More than just a tummy ache.”
“But what if it’s not? What if it’s just a tummy ache?” He holds up the second dose of herbs to show me. “Will these pills damage my body if it’s not just a tummy ache?”
“No, those herbs will not damage your body if it’s not just a tummy ache.” I’m fighting back the giggles.
“Are you sure?” He questions.
By now I’m laughing. I can’t help myself.
“You ARE your mother’s son!” I say.
“Of course I am, ” he quips, exasperated, “Everyone can see that!”
Yes. Yes they can.
(My week started out with two heavy posts so I’ve ended my week with some light-hearted family entertainment. I usually don’t focus on my kids too much here so if this isn’t what you’re looking for, I apologize. I suppose I’ve been spending some time lately counting my blessings. (And now #1son is going to wonder why he didn’t get any press time. I’d better start cracking!) Stay tuned next week for more thought-provoking words of wisdom. Or not. You’ll just have to wait and see!)