Its one of the reasons why I’ve stayed in pediatrics
for so long –
so many of the kids I work
with have delightfully few filters.
While you might have to interact with them for a while
to build rapport and let them see you are, in fact,
someone who’s genuinely interested in what they have to say,
once they know they have a receptive ear
and an open heart –
all bets are off.
She was 6.
We had been talking about the details
of her sexual assault
by someone at her school.
She didn’t know his name
but he was an adult she saw every day.
When she was asked to describe him,
she looked me in the eye and said
“He’s old, like you and he has white hair, like you”.
She paused, clearly picturing him in her mind.
I asked, anything else you can tell me?
She said “yeah, he’s light skinned like you
and he has a white beard”…
and, hand to God,
if she had said ‘like you’,
even thinking that
shows how much this sister
needs to retire!
My dogs escaped from the yard
in the midst of yet one more snow storm
while I was shoveling the driveway.
I drove all over town,
risking life and limb on unplowed streets,
calling for them,
telling anyone who was out shoveling
or walking by in the winter splendor
about the escapees.
One came home on her own –
2 hours later,
told me the youngest was ‘corralled
in a Good Samaritans yard one block over.
I got back in the car
and went to rescue my panting
but totally unrepentant puppy
who was delighted to see me
chatting and profusely thanking them
for taking the time to get her safely restrained,
she decided she’d had enough outdoors adventure.
She made a beeline for the car –
so warm, inviting and so close –
and, as she did,
I was jerked backward off the steps
and, due to the velocity of her pull and my momentum,
went ass over elbow,
doing a backward somersault
and, surprisingly landing on my two feet.
I can’t say I ‘stuck’ the landing,
in Olympic parlance,
but there was only a tiny bobble.
the Good Samaritan and his wife rushed to my side,
ruing the day they took in this damn dog
and the wife blurted out,
“OMG, are you OK?; that was pretty impressive.
You’re pretty agile for an old lady”
OK – I get it;
I’m not as young as I used to be!
I love honesty –
but I love it even more
when all the reality checks in a day
aren’t about me!