My youngest son had his 18 month well baby visit today. While we were at the Doctor’s office, I vaguely remembered something about Zachary needing another immunization before he starts Kindergarten. So, just before we headed back to the exam room, I brought it up with the receptionist. She ordered his file and said to touch base with her before we left.
After Oliver’s visit, we stopped by her desk and I grabbed my phone out of my bag so I could figure out when we could come back to finish up Zachary’s medical requirements. I was 100% positive that he needed one more immunization, because even though I’ve come to terms with the fact that he’s going to be a big, bad Kindergartener, I’m still not entirely ready to admit that it’s happening.
Except, apparently, it is.
After looking at his file, she told me that he has all of his medical bases covered and, as far as they are concerned, he’s ready to start school. It took a minute for my brain to process that remark.
He’s ready. He’s ready? HE’S READY?!
But! How is that possible? He’s still just a baby. A wee little munchkin, if you will.
As we walked out to the car, he reached up and grabbed his little brother’s hand. Ollie was still a tad upset about the shot he’d just received and, while not crying, was still complaining a bit.
“It’s okay, baby. It will feel better soon. Brother’s right here.”
Yeah. He’s ready.
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