Dentist appointments for the kids. I wait by as each child passes through this portal into the inner depths.
I had a lot of cavities growing up. I live with the anxiety of the dentist – a man we all very much like – bearing the news that one or the other child has a cavity.
The histrionics, the drama, the fear expressed in the past over something as harmless as the flu shot – how will my kids react to this? Plus I want them to continue to like this man, not be scared of him. So I whisper to myself every six months as I stare at this door, a People magazine in my lap:
Please let them have no cavities.
So far so good.Print