Today was the kids' six month dental check up. As much as the kids "get nervous" about going, I think I am even worse. Ever since Emily's first dental visit led to extensive dental work (thank you Jolly Ranchers), I've been a mess when it comes to their appointments. Part of it is parental guilt. Somehow I think as a parent I'm responsible for their dental health and going to the dentist is like being put under a bright parental interrogation light. If they have a cavity, I tend to think I'm being looked at as a bad parent. Yes, I do know that this is silly but it is what I feel. Another part of this is my own disdain for going to the dentist. I am not a good patient.
Thankfully both kids had no cavities!! Matt had sealant put on both his 6 year molars and Emily had sealant put on one of her six year molars (yes, at 10 she has only now just had one break through and the other is still waiting to make an appearance).
One thing they love about the dentist's office is their hygienist, Tracy. Tracy is a wonderful lady and also a mom so when my kids start divulging family "secrets" and "wants" she finds great humor in it. Today was no exception to their "openness". Emily told her that she no longer wants to be a dentist but a fashion designer, that our baby Guinea pig died and embarrassing for me she told her how she wants to see me in a bikini and high heels next summer. The last one Tracy had to come out and tell me mid treatment (Matt's that is, Emily was assisting) because it was so funny. I did also confirm the death of Strawberry.
After the appointment, I did tell Emily that I am glad she likes to have conversations with people but she doesn't need to tell them everything and the bikini & high heel discussion cannot take place outside our home.
The mild embarrassment was worth the good report though!!
