I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
The Agony of De-Teef
They say that as you have more children you become more immune to the gross realities of parenting. After a few visits to the hospital, and some kissed boo-boos, us moms are prepped and READY!
Right?
My first child, being a boy, who inherited my lack-of-grace and his father’s lack-of-fear, should’ve prepped me well. Oh, he did. He had a reserved bed in the ER and has a story of scars from head to toe. (I have a pile of empty hair dye boxes and bottles of wine to show as my scars.)
So, fast-forward to the 3rd child, 13 years younger than her big, injured bro. She’s lost two teeth so far but thankfully swallowed both of them. The third ’toof’ came out last weekend. Oh wait, it didn’t just come out….picture a 5-year-old, hands covered in blood, twisting the tooth round and round and round until her mother, that same mom who held a sobbing son while x-rays were taken, passed out. Well, I didn’t hit the floor but I tasted copper and saw black spots.
I hope none of my grandchildren injure themselves.
