Tuesday, 04 September 2012
This Spring, Jeston and I spent a hefty load of cash fixing Emma and Ellie's teeth. Emma has 2 spacers, 2 crowns, and had 2 teeth pulled. Ellie has crowns on all of her top teeth except one in the back and a crown on one bottom tooth. It wasn't their fault, and it wasn't totally my fault. They have always brushed their teeth, but as it turns out, fruit bites, juice, and milk are really bad on the teeth. I didn't know that. I knew they couldn't go to bed with a cup in their mouth, but I didn't realize they shouldn't have juice or milk within 30 minutes of going to sleep. The main issue, however, is that their dad's side of the family gave them weak teeth genes. Anyways, as a result of all of this dental work, my kids have excluded all things sticky from their diet. No gummy candy, no hard candy, no sticky candy, and no fruit bites or fruit roll ups. Also, since Ellie's top front teeth are crowned, she can't bite into hard things, such as apples.
We have done an excellent job of avoiding such foods since they had their teeth done. I really doubted them when they gave us those dietary restrictions. What kid can wait until they are twelve years old to eat a gummy bear? But we have done really well. So a few days ago, I caved just one time and I let Ellie have a caramel sucker as long as she promised she would only suck on it. She promised, walked around the side of the garage with her little stick of joy in hand, and came back two seconds later with a little silver tooth in her hand. Ah, come on! One time? Really?? So today we made a trip to the dentist. Lesson learned. We will not just-one-time ever again until she has her adult teeth.
By the way, I totally lied to get the tooth fixed for free. They asked, "What was she doing when it came out?" What kind of idiot would answer that question with "Oh, she was just gnawing on a hard chunk of sticky caramel." Heck no. The answer to that question means the difference between $100 and Free. I'm going with free. "I have no idea, she just walked up and handed it to me." Also, I'm a seasoned mother by now, so on the way up to the dentist I had Ellie rehearse her answer to any question they may ask her once they had her alone: "I don't remember." She made mommy proud and we got the tooth fixed for free. Win.
Then we went to the zoo.
Ellie had a much greater desire to play on the playground than to see the stupid animals, so we spent some time on the zoo playground. There seemed to be some sort of mom convention visiting the zoo today. You know, those moms who carry fully stocked diaper bags, don't sweat when it's hot outside, and speak in those obnoxious sweet-mom-voices. They had taken a break from animal-gazing to let their kids play on the playground. So I was sitting next to one of those irritating super moms just trying to look like I fit in. I made small talk and felt like I was doing a pretty good job, until her kid came up crying.
Okay, her kid was probably a six year old boy (probably home-schooled ), and he was a wimp. I don't blame him; his mom talked to him like he was a baby. So anyway, he came running up to his mom crying. He said, "I bonked my back on the slide and that other kid just laughed at me." I'm thinking, "Oh dear Lord, please don't let that other kid be mine..." His mom said to him, "Oh honey, I'm sure the other kid didn't realize you were hurt." I was glad they were staying gender neutral so it wasn't obvious that it was my kid. Also, I realized she hadn't seen me talk to Ellie yet, so she couldn't link me to the bully that had laughed at her hurt son. So I just sat there quietly. Play it cool, Jenn, no one has to know it was your kid. Just as I was thinking that, I looked up and realized all of the other kids had gone to their parents for lunch, since they were all in that one group, leaving just me on the bench, and just Ellie at the scene of the crime. Guilty. Yes, okay, my sweet, curly haired, four year old girl laughed at your stupid cry baby of a six year old boy. And yes, she did know he was hurt. You did this to your son, lady. Not my problem. Either way, Ellie blew my cover. I'm clearly not a super irritating perfection mom; I'm one of those moms.
Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Do you tend toward perfectionist ways in your parenting, or do you relate more with this Mom?