Am I the only one who feels like she's going to a final exam when she takes her toddler to the yearly check up with the pediatrician? He doesn't make me feel like I'm being tested. (I wish I could say that about the rest of his staff. To find out more click Just tell me what's wrong) but, in a very sick way, I need to feel like I'm being graded. It's not like motherhood doesn't give me enough opportunities to judge my performance. Call me goal oriented (i.e. in need of validation) but I look forward to the annual check up to find out if I've helped my girl thrive and if I get a passing grade.
I'm not sure how we are going to do today during Amelia's 3 year old check up.
"Is she toilet trained?" he will ask.
"Not quite" I'll reply.
"Is she sleeping through the night?"
"Well, once or twice a week she'll wake up around 3AM to chat."
On the other hand, I'll be able to report that we got rid of her pacifier. He'll notice that she can talk up a storm. Plus, I'll add that she's drinking from a cup, kind of, I started teaching her that yesterday in a last minute attempt to compensate for the lost points in the toilet training part of the test.
In some ways, I will come out with a "grade", the weight and height percentile that most of the time have more to do with genetics than with my job as a Mom. Since I'm raising a gorgeous amazon girl, those will be in the 90's, that's an A as far as I'm concerned. Ay Mama!