So we were in the waiting room of the dentist's office...when I was faced w/a conflicting choice.
Sit where I was ...continue drinking my freshly brewed cup of coffee...vegging out for a few peaceful moments reading a nonsense magazine...or go back w/14 year old Girlie and hold her hand while she got the shot she did not know she would be getting.
She would be numb by the time the shot came. She wouldn't know the difference.
I asked her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm not scared...it's just awkward...you know...going to the dentist...it's not fun."
"I agree."
She was called in. After a kiss...and a thumbs up...I flipped through exactly two pages of the nonsense magazine ...before I motioned for the nurse.
"Due to my child's trauma history I would like to be back with her as she gets her shot."
"No problem...come on back," came the response.
When I entered the room where Girlie lay...mouth wide open...already numbing...in the hands of nurses she's known for years and years....I noticed tears in her eyes.
"I'm not crying," she said.
"Oh....it must be the eyelash in your eye that is causing those tears then"...I said...."or the mascara getting in those eyes."
She held my hand and chuckled nervously.
As the nurses ohhhhed and ahhhed about how brave she was....about how far she has come in the bravery department...I stroked her arm and held eye contact.
All done.
I leaned in for a farewell kiss.....and reminded her.
"Just in case you were wondering...you are loved. I love you."
She smiled and held her breath to brace herself for what was about to come.....a FILLING to fix a weak and cracked tooth!
One proud momma. And a convicted one too.
Who the heck cares what's going on in a magazine when I have opportunities to connect w/my baby girl???!?!?!?!?!
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Beautiful.
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