A sick cat gave our little kindergartener a hand-on lesson about what a vet does.
At 12:30 am on Monday, the hubby woke me up and said our cat Kyrie was sick. The hubby had been cleaning up stinky drops our cat had been dripping throughout the house.
With everything going on in our lives, the last thing we needed was a sick cat. The only thing missing was a crashing asteroid or locusts.
The next morning, I felt tense. Our work and homeschool week got off to a shaky start.
Right off the bat, T had a meltdown because we were putting his toys away, so he could be less distracted during school.
We managed to get him to sit for part of language class discussion on “When I Grow Up,” a fun coincidence since I just blogged about this topic.
This time, instead of saying he wanted to be a parent, T told me and I shared on his behalf with the class that he wanted to be a police officer so he can put bad guys in jail!
A few kids talked about wanting to be a vet, which T learned was a doctor that helped animals get better.
The rest of the day felt stressful because it was meltdown after meltdown with T refusing to sit for class.
As always, many tears later, I was able to sit down with him one on one to catch him up on the day’s lessons and to complete the work.
He then asked if he could join the hubby to take Kyrie to the vet.
We had a lightbulb moment to tie this into the morning’s lesson about grown up jobs.
So the hubby walked T step by step through the process of preparing the cat for the vet, including getting the crate out and giving him a calming medicine.
They left for the vet and it was so nice to have an hour and a half of peace and quiet to actually focus on my day job!
They came home with good news. The vet said it wasn’t serious. Kyrie likely chewed on something sharp that gave him an abscess in his mouth that got infected. He got put on antibiotics.
The best part was that the vet put this silly cone on him that makes him look like he’s auditioning for The Handmaid’s Tale.
I couldn’t stop laughing! I’ve always seen photos of animals with cones on but never in real life.
And the cone wouldn’t fit around T’s head. I checked and tried. Oh shucks.
The experience with the vet reminded me that for a child, learning is not just about sitting in front of a tablet or completing worksheets – although these tasks are still important to master.
There are additional ways to learn.
Getting T to participate in something he was interested in – helping care for Kyrie – gave him a good lesson into what being a vet and to care for a sick animal is all about.
After dinner that night, T wanted to pretend play Kyrie’s visit to the vet. He wanted me to be the vet and he wanted to be the cat.
Kyrie’s large crate was still in the foyer and T crawled right in! He didn’t quite fully fit in, but believe me, I had some pretty mischievous thoughts right then and there!