This boy-- yes, his shoes are too big... yes, he insisted on the stupid face... yes, I told him to get off the doctor's stool-- this boy astounds and confounds me. I knew it was coming. I see it. Other people comment to me. I make his meals. I buy his pants. Benjamin is experiencing a Season of Growth, and his well child visit proves it.
Since his last visit to the doctor in March (to treat his eczema) Ben has gained EIGHT pounds. His stats for age 10 are:
68.2 pounds (39th percentile for weight)
53 inches (24th percentile for height)
Remember how we worried? How we fretted? How we prayed?! The high-calorie drinks, the specialists, the special diets, the mandatory weigh-ins, the rotten teeth from all the sugar, the special charts to plot his small stature... Todd and I used to joke-- because if we weren't laughing, we'd be crying-- Just you wait... All this worrying is probably for nothing... Bet this kid is the one who grows up to be overweight, and then we'll have a new problem on our hands!
Benjamin is not overweight. His body mass index (BMI) is completely normal.
Like, average. AVERAGE. No sweeter word has ever been spoken. I actually bought Ben size 10 uniform pants for school, and they're not even slims. We did nothing different-- he just grew!
Praise God from whom all blessings flow... I mean, grow!