You know that feeling when your child is about to be put through something that they dread, because its for their own good. (Homework doesn’t count). It’s when you would do anything to be able to change places with them, to be able to protect and shield them from it. 

I felt this way during Caleb’s blood test at pathology today. We purposely didn’t tell him the test would involve a needle and left it to the nurse to do that (yep, we are cowards). The kid wasn’t impressed. 

He found himself in a situation that he knew he couldn’t get out of (like homework) and he would just have to suffer through it. 

Surprisingly, he was very brave. No tears or screaming, just a quiet “ooh”, as the needle went in. He even asked to see the needle and blood after the procedure. 

The guilt I felt at making him go through the experience scored him an icecream and he was relieved from carrying a shopping bag at the supermarket afterwards because he was sporting a sore arm. 

We return to the doctor on Wednesday when we will hopefully get some sort of explanation for the tummy aches and his reluctance to eat. Fingers crossed. 
(PS – yesterday’s blog post should have read that detergent was on the ‘shopping’ list not the ‘spelling’ list). Thanks Ray (editor in chief) for pointing this out. Xxx