Last Monday!

We were ready for the new year and the new school year and everybody was up and adam, early. Enoch, of course, had waited until the last minute, to study for tests and projects which were due. We were with him on these struggles into maturity. I rose early to escort him through the morning preps, not a usual thing. He is the first one to leave the house and sometimes misses breakfast. Not today, I said to myself. He will not blame the passing or failing today's test on not having had a good breakfast.
I made a big pot of cream of wheat which he nearly ate the whole thing and an omelet of 2 eggs and cheese. Thanks mom, he said as he ran out the door into the freezing new year. He was nutrified and he was headed to school and I felt like it had been a successful morning.
I go to work at 8:30 and at 7 we got a call from the school. Enoch is complaining of chest pains? Oh no! What now? Everyone else was prepared by the tremendous helpers that are on duty when Mom and Dad are frazzled. Frazzled, was not the word? I said, take me to work first and then pick up Enoch. No, we will go to the school together was the answer of my level headed husband. Okay.
The nurse was very kind. She had checked him from head to toe and said that there may be a muscular pain in his chest. He had sat silently in the nurses office and didn't tell them he had chest pains. When they heard that it was chest pains they said, why didn't you tell us. They called us immediately. I was impressed with their care for my boy.
He was not crying or out of sorts in any way, just a small complaint. This tall slim, distinguished young man is rarely out of sorts, just a delicate lad. I think it was gas. He did have a bruise on his chest from a wrestling session with the little guys and of course there was "the test". Well, his dad took him to the doctor and the one thing we learned is that he is not 6 feet yet, but 5'10" and 136 pounds. Wow! What I wouldn't do to be 136 pounds? and 5'10"?
He's better now.