Sooner or Later…

Life goes on and I can’t seem to find the pause button.

Little Missey is home and doing fine…mostly.  We received a call from her pediatrician’s office letting us know that her state test results were back and the numbers for the thyroid test were not good–could we bring her into the the hospital today to redo the tests?  Of course!!  but I didn’t even know that the newborn tests included a thyroid test!!

The lab tech had his technique down pat.  She didn’t cry until time to put the band-aid on her hand.  Her only comment was a big diaper blow-out.  It seems an appropriate response.

The results were in by afternoon.  The first part was normal, the second abnormal.  Dr. consulted with an expert at Children’s Hospital in Little Rock.  We will redo the test in two weeks and if the results don’t change we will do a trip to Little Rock.  That will mean medicine and schedules but the other choice is mental retardation.  Not a hard decision.

After an hour’s rest at home Little Missey and I took big brother Nickos to ballet class.  He had taken classes years ago and has decided to return.  Back then he was the nutcracker for two years in the big Jonesboro production.  He has talent now he needs to brush up on dance skills.  The ballerina’s will cut him some slack.  Up until now their dance partners have been little boys (5th grade and down), an almost 30ish man, and an early twenties guy who is not on speaking terms with soap, water & deodorant.

As we sat waiting some of the high school girls we know were standing around talking.  A name was mentioned, then took one look at us, leaned together and started whispering.  For a split second I was back in high school…back to being the nerdy smart girl…back to all high school isn’t.  But the second quickly passed and common sense returned.  After they scooted off for more gossip and giggles I turned to 17 yo son…

“I had forgotten about high school girls.”

“That there’s a class full of them.”

“No.  I had forgotten about the whispers.”

“Yeah, they do that a lot.”

“That’s why I like boys.  I’m surrounded by boys and am used to them.  They have something to say they just say it and you deal with it.  No whispers, no trying to figure out what they really mean.  Like it or not there it is.”

“Yeah, girls aren’t too easy.”

Wisdom from a 17 yo.