i recently posted this anecdote on another blog and decided it was too good not to share here.
when i was a little girl, the second child of my parents, my mother took me to the doctor for one of the many check-ups little children require. it was at this appointment that i was given the denver developmental screening test, which is a basically a checklist of sorts in making sure one is growing and developing normally. since my mom had already done this with my sister, she was aware that the "correct" answer, or the response you want to give the doctor for these questions, is "yes".
problem was, a lot of the answers for me were "no".
the biggest issue was that i wasn't walking yet. nearing the age of two i could not yet walk. and barely crawled. my parents say that mostly i just sat up, put one leg out in front, and scooted around on my bum everywhere.
a problem indeed.
in the next few months my parents brought me to psychologists, psychiatrists, neurosurgeons, and everything in between. no one seemed to have an answer. everyone suspected cerebral palsy, but none of the tests came back totally positive for that either. my parents were recommended to one last, final doctor, who spent an hour or two with me before calling in my parents to her office.
first, she told them i was very intelligent - i had put all the blocks into their correct color groups, all on my own (wouldn't worry about it).
second, she told them i had very tight muscles - i used to pick things up with my hand basically shaped like a claw. i can demonstrate the claw motion for you when we meet. the doctor said they needed to work on relaxing and stretching out my muscles.
but, third, and final, was her real diagnosis.
basically, she told them, your baby is lazy.
with an older sister who loved pushing me around in a stroller, and parents who carried me around because, hello, who can resist these eyes, i basically figured out i didn't really need to walk. i could get people to do it for me. and therefore i was lazy.
diagnosis: lazy. intelligent. but mostly lazy.
if this was not a sign for my future, i don't know what was.
the cure for a lazy baby with tight muscles, according to the doctor, was to lay me on an exercise ball and roll me forward so i could stop myself with my arms (if laid on my tummy on top of the ball), or with my legs (if laid on my back on top of the ball). my father took it upon himself to run through these exercises with me every night when he came home from work (and if i wasn't asleep).
more than once he rolled the ball way too quickly, and my mom would hear a huge crash, followed by lots of sobbing.
that, of course, helped create a whole other set of issues. aside from the laziness.