Dear Jack Henry,
Today, I took you and your brothers to my endocrinology appointment. Just an annual checkup, I figured it would be quick and painless, and because I didn’t want to
spend one second of the day without you pay a sitter, I just took you all along.
Just so you know, this is only the second time I’ve met this doctor, and I really liked her the first time. Which is saying something, since this is the THIRD endocrinology office I’ve been to in the past 8 years, dropping the other two because of their incredibly horrible staff and/or bedside manner. This doc was very personable and actually listened to me. So today, I wasn’t too worried. (Note to self: how could you forget that you have to talk about menstrual cycles and worse with your endocrinologist? In front of your kids? Gross. Next time, get a sitter.)
When she came in the room, she commented on how quiet it was with 3 boys in there (she’d been alerted by the nurse), and complimented you three. Then, she noticed Luke and Bennett, who were sitting side-by-side, and commented on how much they looked alike. Then she looked at you, and looked at me, and she said, “Wow, they really all 3 look alike, except this one is chubby. But he’s the youngest; he’ll probably thin out like his brothers.”
Enter me, fumbling for words, hoping you weren’t listening.
Because buddy, people DO comment on your size, and I don’t usually have a problem with it, because they’re usually so tactful. You’re pretty substantial for a 3 1/2 year old. You are built differently than your brothers; there’s no denying that. You’ve been outpacing them size-wise for a long time now. You’re very, ahem, sturdy. And delightfully round in the belly.
But I know what you eat, and I’m not concerned. I know that God built you this way for a reason…your dad says you look like a fullback when you run the bases in baseball, so maybe you have a future in football (God help me). Your 6’4″ Uncle Jake spent his first 4 years or so as a bigger-than-average kid, then stretched out very tall and skinny, so maybe you’re just destined for height. Who knows.
Really, none of that matters. I hope you’ll turn a deaf ear to insensitive comments that kids and, unfortunately, adults make. Because I think you’re perfect.