I got a client yesterday; she comes with a baby girl about 6–7 years old. She was on a call, so I talked to a little girl for a bit. Her name is her grade, and she tells me that when she grows up, she wants to be a doctor. We high-five, I attend to the mom, and I need the baby girl to step out or look away because I don’t want to be in a composition later this term. I will also not be the reason she goes to therapy in adulthood. I call her baby girl, bad mistake. She looks at me and says I am not a baby. Can I call you a baby doctor? She smiles and says, Yes, you can. Can I hold this for you while you attend to my mom? She is pointing at my stethoscope, so I give it to her and show her where she can sit as she waits.
After the procedure, I asked her to remind me of her name. This little person decides she can’t be with old people. So she spells it out for me, letter by letter. I say her name, and she goes. That wasn’t hard, was it?
Me: Shakes my head.
Have children; it will be fun they said. They will definitely bully you, but it will still be fun.
Photograph by Palmer Pixels
