Here's a picture of Lauren and Claire having fun at Grandma's in Arizona. They are beautiful on the outside (granted, I'm biased), but my goal, as their mother, is to enhance the beauty on the inside and attempt to keep it from being contaminated by the "world."
I had a dream last night. It involved Claire being trapped in a glass office-type building. Something bad was trying to get her (this might have something to do with a recent viewing of Poltergeist). I was trying to rescue her but was unsuccessful. I woke myself up so as to stop the dream.
Today, I took Lauren to the doctor's office for her yearly check-up. For a portion of the appointment, the doctor asked me to leave so she could examine Lauren. I knew Lauren wouldn't really have wanted me in, so I stepped out. While I was out of the room, the young doctor (And I mean young) proceeded to ask Lauren questions about her sexual activity, what she knew about sex, HIV, and alcohol and drugs. I could hear what was being said from where I was and I intently listened to Lauren's answers. Lauren did a great job explaining to the doctor her standards and decisions she has made regarding these issues. I was very proud of her.
BUT...(and this is where I switch into my "I am woman, hear me ROAR" persona) why did this doctor feel she had the right, without parental permission, to ask my daughter these questions? I am so upset about this. There was a natural assumption that it was her duty as a doctor to probe into my daughter's morality AND that her duty to do this TRUMPED my parental rights? I have run into this attitude with teachers and administrators in the public schools (which would require an entirely different entry and include the words Planned Parenthood and condom demonstration), but was surprised that a privately run doctor's office would also employ these tactics. It is discouraging.
I understand why they feel the need. I know many parents these days are disengaged. I know many parents engage in risky behavior themselves. I shudder to think of the number of 15-year-olds at her high school that are sexually active. But, at the very least, shouldn't a doctor attempt to have a conversation with the parent to discern the necessity for such personally intrusive information? Can't there be more respect and credence given for our Christian lifestyle?
And so, can anyone tell me where there is a rock that I can take my family and crawl under? Because, right now, I want to preserve what purity and beauty that is there. Just like my dream last night, I'm trying to rescue them from the glass office building with the "poltergeists" that are chasing them around. Except, I want a better ending than my nightmare had. In fact, I EXPECT a better ending. And, I guess if I push aside my frustrations and turn to my Heavenly Father, I know I am not the only one determined to help my beautiful daughters turn into the incredible women they are meant to be.