Wisdom Saved, Wisdom Lost
When I probably about 18, I went to a very dreaded dentist appointment.
Thanks to childhood years of pulling teeth and teenage years of braces, I have never loved going to the dentist. Because of those traumatic experiences, I assume all dental appointments will be met with awkwardness and pain.
And the complimentary toothbrush at the end is not nearly enough to offset it.
This particular visit had an added dread - we were looking to see if I needed to have my wisdom teeth taken out. I don't remember much about what I was thinking going into that appointment, but I'm pretty sure I had no hope that things were going to fall in my favor.
Everyone I knew was having to get them out, and I had hung out with more swollen-face friends than I cared to remember. So naturally, I figured I'd be joining (against my will) the club of unwise, teethless people.
Well imagine my shock when, upon looking in my mouth, my sweet dentist announced that because I had had so many teeth pulled (childhood trauma) in order to get braces (teenage trauma), I had just enough room back there for all those little babies to fit comfortably.
I think I could win the lottery and still consider this moment the luckiest of my life. And if I hadn't been adverse to adding inappropriate conduct to the list of things that make dental appointments more awkward - I would have kissed that man.
In the end, my teeth grew in perfectly, I became smarter than all my peers, and I continue to express gratitude for escaping this rite of passage in the life of a young adult.
But, while I am happy for myself, I AM sad that some don't fair as well.
Little Marls had all 4 wisdom teeth out on Tuesday, bless her heart.
Here she is later that evening talking on the phone to her older brother right after I rigged a head piece to hold her ice pack in place. (Great idea, I know. It's all the wisdom.)
(Side note: I originally spelled "wisdom" wrong in that last sentence. And then I spelled "originally" wrong in this one.)
Marlee did really great with the surgery and is on the mend. She's been taking it easy, drinking Starbucks and smoothies, craving chicken, and logging lots of time participating in one of her favorite past times...knitting!
Now that Marlee has no chance of ever being smarter than me, she is capitalizing on the fact that she will always be cooler than me...and she is doing so by knitting cool hats such as the cute strawberry one shown above.
I'm glad everything went well with the surgery and that our girl is doing well. I know she'll be back to chicken eating and smack talking very soon. Way to go, Mar Mar!



















































