I am not the kind of person who has a fear of going to the dentist. Or a doctor’s office. But all the same, it’s not really my favorite way to spend my time.
I don’t enjoy having to carve time out of my day so that I can hold my mouth open until my jaw hurts and have someone critique my flossing technique.
Or I should say I didn’t used to enjoy it. Being a mom changes everything. Let me explain:
Recently, we took Josey to her 6 month check-up and found out that she weighs 19 pounds and 13.5 ounces. And anyone who has ever held her for more than 5 minutes knows that she is as active as can be.
She wants to jump, throw herself back, roll around, chew everything, pull hair, grab glasses, kick, dance, chatter, laugh, growl, sing, shake her head, hit, and grab all that she sees.
It’s like half my day I’m holding a 20 pound hurricane with a cute smile. It’s fun and exhausting.
So yesterday, I found myself excited about going to the dentist’s office. I enjoyed the quiet waiting room.
During my exam, I thought how nice it was that I could just lie back and do nothing but hold my mouth open while the nice dental hygienist chatted and worked. I happily held still for x-rays.
And when they returned my seat to an upright position, I was disappointed I couldn’t just lay there a few more minutes.
But it’s okay because I then had the joy of running an errand- by myself. I didn’t have to do anything but go in, grab what I needed, pay, and come right back out. It was so….quick.
And then I happily returned home to my sweet, growling, active, darling daughter. Whom I love even more than peace and quiet.