Parents Know by Lucy Friedmann
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“Daddy, my tummy hurts.” There he lay with his head under the pillow and not a care in the world. And there I was, barely five years old, with my flannel nightgown all in a bunch for I was clutching my bare, aching stomach with all my might.
“Daddy, my tummy hurts!” I screamed, which awoke him, startled and dazed.
“Oh, well how ‘bout you go to the bathroom,” he said.
I believe in listening to your parents. I cannot believe I’m actually admitting it, but I know its true. Almost every kid in the world tries to defy their parents and not take their advice. I’m one of those kids, but in the end, parents do know best.
I crept down the long hallway. I wanted to go to bed, but I couldn’t until the pain was gone. I opened the bathroom door and decided that I didn’t have to go.
“Daddy, I don’t have to go!” I walked into his bedroom, sat down on the bed, and stared into his face, full of sleep and drowsiness.
“Then why don’t you watch T.V. for a while.” And I did. Through the next hour I watched Dragon Tales and my pains got worse.
“Daddy, my tummy really hurts!” I finally announced to my father.
“Lucy, are you serious or are you exaggerating, because if you’re not exaggerating, then we’ll have to take you to the hospital.”
“I’m not exaggerating! DADDY, IT REALLY HURTS!” I shouted.
“Then get your coat on, honey, we’re going to have to go the hospital.” So my father and I, he in his sweatpants and T-shirt and I in my nightgown, set off to the hospital, where my physician mother, who happened to be on call that night, would meet us.
When we arrived at the hospital, I was rushed into see a doctor, and I got an ultrasound. They saw that my bladder was distended and I was forced to go to the bathroom. The problem was solved. My tummy did not hurt anymore.
My dad had been right all along, but I did not learn much from this experience. Why just last night I was told not to play with my friend’s exacto knife, but I did and cut my finger. The reality is that we teenagers know our parents are right, but we don’t like to show them that we do. I know this because I have lived it. When I first started fencing I didn’t want to go. My parents knew I would enjoy it so they pushed me to do it and now it is my passion. Despite my constant resistance, my parents have almost always known what is best for me.