Epiphany... thanks to the Pediatrician

Monday morning was spent at the pediatricians office. Nothing traumatic {except for the flu shot... my kids were lucky in that our office had just got a shipment in, so bing, bang, boom!} Paige had her two year well visit.

We love our pediatrician. Let's call him Dr. S. He's been ours since Fynn was about six months old. The nurses are always helpful and sweet, their call backs are timely, and Dr. S has a funny voice that cracks me up every single time. Almost Kermit the Frog'ish...

And the kids like him. So that's good.

Fynn brought toys from home to show him, Paige gave him her sweet eyes and mumbled a few answers to his questions.

Then Dr. S asked me a series of questions.

Dr. S: How's she eating?

Me: She eats everything!

Dr. S: Is she jumping?

Me: All the time, off the floor, off the couches, off the table...

{Dr. S gives sideways glance and shakes his head}

Dr. S: Is she putting words together?

Me: She's speaking in sentences.

{Dr. S looks surprised and pleased... good for mamas ego... which is - of course - why we go to well visits}

Dr. S: So, she's using verbs?

Me: {silence}

In my head I was trying to figure out if he understood the fact that I just said she's speaking in sentences. Sentences include verbs...

Finally I said yes, she's using verbs.

And that little voice in my head that pops up now and then was laughing, wondering if the pause caused a thought in his head questioning if I knew the definition of a verb.

That voice, that little voice that likes to tell me off now and then {which I found out at BlogHer that every writer has, and one person calls theirs the "itty bitty shitty committee" - LOVE that, and forget who said it...if it was you, please tell me!}... it actually said "now would be the time to tell the good Doctor S that I'm a writer, and it would be hysterical if a writer didn't know what a verb was..."

There it was.

For the first time I didn't need to be coaxed into calling myself a writer.

Even though it was only in my head, I called myself a writer.

So that means somewhere in this jumbled, cluttered, crazy brain of mine, I believe that I am a writer.

Wow.

Thank you Dr. S for the epiphany.

And for saying that my kids are two of your cutest and sweetest patients {and for saying that you don't say that to everyone... even though I know it's true, it's good to hear :)}