He kicked off his flip flops, sank comfortably in the dentist’s chair, and told the hygienist that he was proudly going into grade one.
“And it looks like you’ll be starting grade one without your two front teeth,” she said as she gave his teeth a wiggle. He practically made himself gag when he quickly pushed her hand away and shoved his right index finger and his thumb into his mouth. He grasped onto his teeth and gave them a good jerk.
“Oh my gosh! Momma, I’m going to get my big people teeth!”
Oh my gosh is right.
Didn’t he just grow baby teeth?
Every time my son hits a milestone, I hear the wise old bats in my life nagging about that old time adage, “If you blink you’ll miss it.”
They were right.
It seems like it was just yesterday when I took center stage in front of hundreds of strangers. It came and went in only five minutes, but in five minutes, I was able to tell them years of our story thus far of trials, triumph, and endless hope.
Without further ado, here is my reading at the Listen To Your Mother Show: Metro Detroit back in May of this year.
To my postpartum depression and bipolar mom warriors, and to my boys who love me no matter what: