Here I am on my “uber private” blog (LOL) preparing to make a SHOCKING confession:
I LOVE MY PEDIATRICIAN! Not some respectful professional feeling- LOVE.
Okay. He’s not “mine”, he’s my kids’. And, no, this is no confession of a tawdry affair. I love him in a way that is no threat to his wonderful wife and children… I love him as the single other person on the planet who is involved in caring about my children’s health and well-being on a regular and very involved basis.
I love him. Not creepy, not [too] inappropriate, not in a “lustful” [EWW] way… a bit Oedipal really- but without the drama of the original story.
This man is a man who LISTENS when I talk about my kids, who shows definite concern for their well-being, who strategizes possible medical or other interventions, who calms my fears when they are high, who shares his level-headed view from “outside” the situation while being linked to the kids who are navigating it. He returns my phone calls directly when I have new info. to share or concerns to follow up on. He is smart, well-researched and seasoned enough to know that it is a good idea to let the latest “trend” be tried for a while before adding this or that testing to his patients’ lives. He admits he is not infallible. He has a similar parenting style and told my eldest: “If you were my kid, I would have you write an essay on why vegetables are necessary.” when my son told him he didn’t eat them because they had little nutritional value. He shares my sense of humor, warns me of pitfalls he has experienced himself with an anecdote from parenting his girls. You can see the love he has for his family whenever he talks about them- pictures of them adorn his offices and his waiting area is filled with his proud display of pictures taken by his oldest daughter while they were on safari.
He is very engaged when we come for a visit. Smiling when talking with my kids, amazed at their progress or developmental feats- on whatever their timeline. He KNOWS them. He really knows them and cares about them & their futures. THIS is why I love him – and NO you cannot have his name!