image from www.clipsahoy.comI can think of dozens of things about myself that I don't want to see manifested in my children.
Just one of them. My teeth.
A hereditary trait: I'm missing one of my teeth. I think it's an incisor, maybe a canine. I learned this is hereditary because my mom's Aunt Beulah is missing both of hers and claims "it's a family thing." Princess Sparkley is missing two. Buddy actually has two more teeth than she does. I think he has 20 and she has 18. Or maybe 18 and 16. I don't know, and they are in bed and being quiet so I'm not about to go count them.
A have horribly long teeth roots: I had to have a large number of my baby teeth pulled by the dentist because there was no way they were coming out on their own and he gave them all to me to take home to put under my pillow and even commented on how long some of their roots were. AND, my dentist and orthodontist had a bet on whether some of my teeth would come out on their own or would need to be pulled. Stubborn teeth.
I had a huge gap between my two front teeth. Worse than David Letterman's gap. AND, it had what I lovingly refer to as a waggle. A little "drop" of gum hanging between the teeth. It was lovely. (Heavy sarcasm there in case you didn't catch it). I still have the waggle, it is now hidden behind my two front teeth because after much conferencing (probably while golfing) my dentist and orthodontist decided this was the best route to take. I had to wear braces on just the two front teeth for two years before I got the rest of my braces for another two years. Yuck.
Oh, I haven't even touched on the one canine or incisor that I do have (whose partner is missing), it is a tiny tiny little fang. Also hereditary according to my great aunt Beulah. As soon as my braces came off, and before I was fitted for a retainer (all in high school) I had to go to the dentist and have this freaky little fang covered in some sort of dental, looking like a tooth contraption that my dentist did a crap job of shaping and coloring. I hate it. If I ever remembered that I don't want to smile with my teeth in a picture, it would be due to this tooth.
Why all of these thoughts tonight? I just brushed Princess Sparkley's teeth at bed time (ie: two hours past bedtime) and her bottom two front adult teeth are growing in behind her bottom two front baby teeth. Hello? This is why I took her to the dentist like three weeks ago. To avoid this. This very situation. And when did this happen? I'll admit we are kind of slackers on the whole tooth brushing craze. (Craze? Like it's a craze. It's not really a craze, it's good hygiene. And common sense.) The kids get their teeth brushed on a regular basis. At least once a day. (That's where we slack). And we usually still help them both. I'm trying to remember who brushed Princess Sparkley's teeth last night. Me? Her? Jed? Did they just pop through today? Did she feel anything? Did no one notice they were there last night or the night before? It's crazy. It's like she's a shark growing two rows of teeth.
So tomorrow I have to call the dentist. Argh. We went a few weeks ago because 1) I was really worried about this happening once I realized that most kids start losing their teeth in kindergarten and first grade and Princess Sparkley was starting first grade. And I knew about my own long root, tooth pulling history and the fact that she's already inherited a bunch of stuff, especially crazy teeth, from me. And, 2) she was way overdue for a dentist appointment since kids are supposed to start going when they are 3 years old and they are supposed to go every 6 months. She'd been once and was about 5 visits behind. Buddy had never been.