By Kim Farrar
The Check Up
The doctor observes the daughter’s non-reaction to his entrance, to his voice, and the mother notices him noticing. The child is entranced by the blur of tile beneath her swinging feet. Heartbeat, blood pressure, ears, eyes, reflexes, temperature, weight and height, are all perfect, but he pauses for a final question: Does she ask for the potty? No. Even occasionally? No. Never. He is kindly, but the mother hears a sadness in his voice that alarms her as he recommends an evaluation, hands her a card: Speech Pathologist.
At the Playground
A woman from the mommy group that she is never invited to join wears a t-shirt with Speech Pathologist emblazoned across the chest.