Too Tall Drew

The deadline approaches for Drew to get his sports physical so he can play soccer. I keep forgetting to call the doctor to schedule an appointment. I tell Drew to do it, but I should know better. He won't do it. So one afternoon when he popped into my office to deliver the tv dinner I forgot but needed because I was working until 9, I called while he was right there.

Today we head to the new location where the nurses greet us by name. How is it that they still remember us when we haven't been there in some time? Its nice to be remembered. I don't ask Drew if he wants me to go back with him. I just go. I know at some point I will be asked to leave. After all, he is 16 and a man in his own right now. But I still like to pretend that I am needed.

They go through the usual weighing and measuring. It is official. Drew is over 6 foot now. Over 6 foot one inch. He is my tallest though youngest son. He towers above his brothers, and at 16, may still be growing. His voice is also the deepest pitch and he is most often taken to be older than he is - at least in college if not a graduate.

The doctor enters and shoots a volley of questions. I try not to answer, but I can't help myself. Drew is slow about responding or sometimes not forthcoming with information. Time to bite my tongue and let him speak. After all, he is a man now. Stop mothering him. Then the part where I get to sit in the waiting room while he takes care of the rest of the exam.

Moments later he comes out. He passed with flying colors. Much to his relief, his shots are all current and he doesn't even need a booster for anything. He smiles. I smile. Next year he can come by himself. I don't think he will mind. I watch him fold himself in half to get in the car and wonder how such a creature could ever have come from my tummy. I'm just glad he did.