This is Matilda. I'm sure you've seen her here before. She's three and half and has the sweetest wee smile, dimples and all.
Today I took her for her health assessment at the Maternal and Child Health Clinic. I have no concerns about her and only really go now so that I can get her book filled in with all the important stuff - her height recorded and ticks placed in all the right spots for her ability walk up stairs by her self and ride a three wheeler!
Before we left today I was given her BMI (body mass index) and ever so politely informed that according to this measure, my healthy three year old is overweight and that I should consider dietary changes. I am horrified that this is the information now presented to parents. Had this not been my third child and I was not already jaded by the overwhelming amount of advice handed out to parents, I am sure I would have come home and sobbed into the couch! I am sure I would have assessed and reassessed every item of food that went into her poor mouth. I'm sure I would have come home to cook a healthy dinner of vegetables served on vegetables!
Instead I put it on facebook.
I've laughed about it all afternoon. I've laughed with the school mums at pick up time, and giggled with my husband over the phone. I rang my mum and my sister and my best friend.
Cause if I dont laugh about it, I might seriously cry.
Because even though she is my third child, a little bit of it slipped in and I am beating myself up with the guilt.