"So I went to the dentist. He said "Say Aaah." I said "Why?"
He said "My dog's died" -Tim Vine
Of all the things you have to do to keep your kids healthy, taking them to the dentist is one of the worst. At least for me. My kids LOVE it, and I can not begin to understand why. They are all really picky about what goes into their mouths. Tastes, textures even appearance are important in getting them to eat. Our daily menu consists of about five things, three of them are pizza based. It isn't like I haven't tried other foods-suggested different things. I have. I have tried disguising things, substitutions..you name it, I've probably done it. The problem is-they always know. Before I even put it on the table..sometimes before I even attempt to make it..they know-and they complain "What's that smell?" they'll ask suspiciously. "What smell? "The one coming from the kitchen." "I haven't even started dinner yet-so I don't know what you're smelling." " I want pizza instead" "Instead of what??!" "Instead of what you're making." "But I haven't even..." sigh. Sometimes this "knowing" unnerves me. Which is why I am so surprised by their attitude towards dentistry. They certainly don't get it from me.
I don't just dislike going to the dentist, I loathe it. Just hearing the words "open please" are enough to send me running blindly into traffic. The suction, the drill..the HORROR! Sigh... I blame my mother. She had this uncanny knack for picking out the WORST dentists in the world. I wouldn't be surprised if she had had a guide book. "How to influence phobia's and gain anxiety-a mother's guide to bad dentists" It was that bad.
I ran out of my very first dental appointment at the age of three. The dentist, Dr. L, or as my brother calls him "The butcher, had grabbed my nose and yelled "HONK HONK" in my face. Terrified, I did the only thing I could think of-I bit him, hard. Which quickly led us to my mothers next pick. A dentist whose hands shook so badly, you didn't know which tooth he was working on..and neither did he! So horrific have been my dental adventures that I now need to be anesthetized just to make an appointment. Thankfully, my kids have not caught on to my dental anxiety..or the fact that I haven't gone in six years. I've adopted a "don't ask don't tell policy". So far it's working.
The other night Sammy came to me and said "Mama? Do you think I might have braces one day like you did?" "I don't know bud, maybe." "Cool!" He smiled and off he went. I don't dare let him know about my orthodontist. My mother picked him out. I was left with braces stuck on my teeth because he died during treatment.