Before you become a parent people try and convince you poop and vomit are major problems. Pulllleeeze! No childborn bodily fluid scares me. It wasn’t until Stef began talking, reasoning and questioning that I got to deal with real problems.
As she got older, began to communicate better and realized her parents might not be as dumb as the ones on Disney Channel sitcoms the type of problems we dealt with changed.
Stef has passed her 21st birthday¹. She is ostensibly responsible for her own well being. Unfortunately parenting has no off switch!
She’s living in SoCal. It’s especially tough to be a parent by remote control.
Late last week she started feeling under-the-weather. By Friday she was concerned enough to go to the local “Urgent Care” clinic. It’s located downstairs from the pot dispensary. Really.
She hadn’t improved through the weekend so I reached out to my friend Howard and asked him to arrange for Stef to see his physician.
I was the proverbial friend in need and Howard is my friend, indeed! By 10:00 AM PDT he had arranged an 11:00 AM appointment. That’s impressive. It’s tough to say thank you strongly enough to show my true appreciation.
This doctor must be good. Parking near his office is $2.75 every fifteen minutes!
Hopefully her new 72 year old physician (in true Beverly Hills fashion wearing True Religion corduroy pants and with “soft hands”) will get to the bottom of her problem. He took some tests and asked her to return in a few days. His confidence alone is good for her well being.
What children don’t always get is how parents feel your pain right along with you!
I’m not sure how Stef slept over the weekend, but I can assure you she couldn’t have had worse nights than Helaine and Geoff. Stef was uncomfortable. Us too. We all tossed and turned.
What a feeling of powerlessness when your child is 2,600 miles away!
I remember when Stef was an infant with a stuffed nose. She didn’t know how to use a tissue–how to blow her nose. I would have done anything to make her feel better. That same feeling was back with Helaine and me this weekend.
I trust she’ll be feeling better soon, but this is a cautionary tale. Your child might grow up and move out, but you never stop being a parent. Never.
¹ – From the time she was 18 until now (and probably as long as she can get away with it) Stef has claimed she’s 21. Livin’ the dream… literally.