A memorable incident that I’m grateful I forgot … move along.
I just got back from taking my kids to their semi-annual dental check-up. All but one of my eight kids had no cavities. I left the office feeling pretty good about that. As I was driving home, I suddenly remembered the previous dental visit that had taken place six months ago … a visit I’m grateful I forgot.
It was springtime and my kids were enjoying the sunshine. They had been playing outside for a while and I was not paying much attention to them. I was suffering from a painful headache, which I later discovered was the result of bulging discs in my neck. I have to admit that I forgot all about the appointment.
A few minutes after we were supposed to be there, the office called to make sure we were on our way. In a panic I yelled outside for the kids to get in the Suburban. They were amazingly obedient and within a few minutes we were on our way. When we arrived, I instructed them to run inside while I got Joshua out of his car seat. They did so and when I got into the office, they had already been called back to begin their appointments. So I sat there playing Mr. Potato Head with Joshua.
Margaret was the first to return from her check-up. She came bouncing into the waiting room with a big smile on her face. When I saw her, I was horrified. She had gotten into the car just as she was told. She had run into the dental office just as she was instructed. And I had not once taken a look at her. I really should have done so!
When she was playing outside, she must have wet her pants. She had a layer of dirt all over her, but especially around the part of her pants that had been wet. She didn’t smell too good as you can imagine. I swear she had a bath that morning and is not generally neglected. She just happens to be a rough and tumble little princess who can get three times as dirty as anyone playing with her. Her hair was a mess, with twig and leaves stuck in it. I could not believe that my darling three-year old was in this condition … in public. It was utter humiliating for me.
On the up side, all of my other children came into the waiting room looking like civilized, well-cared for young people and none of them had any cavities. So out of self-preservation I decided to forget all about the embarrassing mother-of-the-year-wet-pants-at-the-dentist experience. And I’m glad I did. I certainly don’t need the stress of questioning my own mothering skills.
And if you try to bring this up with me, I won’t know what you are talking about. Isn’t selective memory great! J