|In the Waiting Room — Things I learned from my son|
|Thursday, May 01, 2014 8:27 PM|
Mother’s Day is approaching and this is the time when we reflect on how much our mothers have done for us. However, for this article, I would like to reflect on what my son has done for me. Having a son has taught me many things that I would have never known otherwise.
My son has taught me that you can have fun doing anything — folding laundry, raking leaves or mopping the floor. It isn’t about the task, it’s about the attitude.
He has taught me that using your brakes when riding your bike is not nearly as fun as hitting the curb and flipping and rolling off your bike like a stuntman. I was horrified the first half dozen times he did this. After that, I began to accept that being the mother of a boy is like watching a NASCAR race, you know a crash is coming, you just hope that injuries are minimal.
I have learned that the amount of blood isn’t a good indicator of the severity of an injury. When I was younger, I remember stepping on a nail and as I limped into the kitchen, my mother’s first response (after 8 children) was “I just mopped that floor, don’t get blood all over it.” Now, after countless skinned knees and bloody noses, I understand. “Did you have to use my best towel to wipe the blood of your leg?”
I have learned that making him eat broccoli is worse than capital punishment. When I put it on the table, you would think I had offered him a lethal injection. I fully expect that someday having to eat broccoli will be argued in front of the Supreme Court as a form of cruel and unusual punishment.
I have learned that when he urinates, the toilet bowl is only an approximate destination. “How can you possibly hit a baseball going at 60 mph but miss a toilet bowl that is not moving at all?”
I have learned that his dirty clothes and the laundry hamper apparently have some sort of negative repelling force. For some reason, I will find his dirty clothes surrounding the hamper but rarely is it actually in the hamper.
When he was growing up, I learned that there was a difference between a diplodocus and a brachiosaurus and that it mattered! I can remember going through racks of plastic dinosaurs as I was shopping for Christmas and saying, “No, he has a deinonychus, I am looking for a gallimimus” and thinking that I can’t believe I even know what those dinosaurs are.
When my son was going to make his First Communion, he was very worried about the idea that it was “the body and blood of Christ.” I watched the serious look on his face when he went up to receive the host. After church, he leaned over and whispered to me, and I learned “Mom, Jesus tastes like a tortilla.”
Since becoming a mother I have learned a lot of things — some wonderful, some infuriating and many hilarious — but the most important thing my son has taught me is that the word “Mom” is the most beautiful word in the English language. Thank you for the gift of being your mother.
Dr. Celeste Lopez graduated cum laude from The University of Utah College of Medicine. She completed her Pediatric residency training at the Children’s Hospital of Michigan. She is certified with The American Board of Pediatrics since 1992. In 2003, she moved her practice, Wishing Well Pediatrics, to Delphos. She is the proud mother of a 14-year-old son.