Why I Hate Immunization Records

So, I feel like I need to explain a little about our lists of hates and likes.  It’s true that we love to hate things, but, let’s face it, it’s more fun to be a little edgy – right?  The first item in the hate list is “Immunization Records”.  On the surface, that may seem a bit harsh.  But, the key word here is “records”.  We have been plagued over the years for evidence that our kids have had their shots.  Okay, I get it.  But, honestly, when will the madness end? 

During their lifespans thusfar, our combined six children (now aged 16 to 25 years) have been to many medical facilities, both private and through the county, and have seen many doctors and nurses.  Are we seriously expected to keep track of all those little booklets of proof they give you with that one day’s immunization?  I know, I know.  The point is to not collect hundreds of little booklets, but rather keep all relavant vaccination information neatly recorded in one.  Really?  I mean, I have four kids.  I know each one was vaccinated for every possible malady.  But can I legally prove it?  Well…that’s where it helps to find a soulmate.  And, NO, I’m not talking about a romantic or spousal relationship (the “or” was intentional).  No, I’m talking about having a friend in the same boat.  One who won’t rat you out.  One who doesn’t have an ethical problem with loaning you her sketchy immunization history in return for yours.  I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve had to reassure grade schools, high schools and colleges that innocent people who might find themselves roaming in the vicinity of my children will absolutely not contract any disease currently protected by vaccination, including rabies, which is another story.  And here’s the part that always made us crazy.  The grade school our kids attended would regularly contact us about needing this information, and our response was always, “How did they get to 3rd, 6th, 8th grade without their immunizations?”  We knew that precious information was stored somewhere in their permanent records, but, it seemed to vanish before their eyes on a pretty regular basis.  But, my gifted children (…what?) never would have been able to continue their educations without a little help from my friend.  Did I feel guilty?  No.  Because, I knew my only real sin was disorganization.  And guess what I learned?   We aren’t alone.  A few other brave souls have come forward to admit this shortcoming.  And one was from a woman with only one child.  I mean, come on.  That’s pretty bad. 

So, just when I think that I’m almost done proving myself a good mother to the world, I meet a woman in her late forties who decided to go back to school.  And guess what she had to provide?  OMG, are you kidding?  So, I want to hear your stories.  Please tell me we’re not alone.