Snapshot Sunday: Fearless
We are no strangers to dentists around these parts.
Between beach-towel-over-the-head run-ins with fences, teeth-first collisions with little boys’ heads in P.E. and husbands for whom a simple sandwich bite is more difficult than the New York Times’ crossword puzzle, we’ve spent a good chunk of 2012 in the chair. And 2013 is shaping up to look like more of the same. Go ahead and splurge on that new car, Dr. Marc. We’ve got you covered.
When big sis and Dad leave the house for their own visits and come home clutching their jaw and a handful of teeth, you’d think a five-year-old making her first trip to the dentist would be terrified.
It takes a special kiddo to wake up at 4:30 a.m like it’s Christmas morning and say, “Is it time to go to the dentist yet?”
To look at the tray of sharp, shiny scrapers and picks and prodders and eagerly ask, “Which are we going to use first?”
To kick back in the chair, ankles crossed, arms folded behind her head and say, “Ahhhh, this is the life.”
To be so fearless, to trust that someone else knows what’s best for her, to know that hard stuff is going to happen inevitably, so she might as well face it head on.
That a girl.
Here’s to learning to see the scary things ahead through a pair of purple, sparkly shades and to just keep smiling.
Have a great Sunday, friends.