About 10 minutes before she came to the waiting room, I'd been reading my book and was pretty into it. All of a sudden I got tears in my eyes and just felt a bit overwhelmed. I told her about feeling like that, and she said it was at the time that they pulled the tooth. It took awhile to get her numbed sufficiently, but when the tooth was out, it was all over. Guess that mother/child connection can be pretty potent. It's not the first time I've felt what they feel, but it's always a surprise when it happens.
I do realize that folks have teeth pulled everyday and going to the dentist isn't like a huge, major happening. But for her, it was stressful. Anything out of the ordinary can put us over the top---I just think folks are so used to shoving down their emotions, that they don't always allow themselves to heal. But that's just me talking. I do believe that, though.
Now chillin' while chicken simmers. Not a clue as to what's for dinner, but there's chicken for sure. We have rice, and the least one was eyeing the spice cabinet and the cellophane packet of curry seasoning from the Mediterranean store. She has such adult tastes sometimes.
Tired. Feeling for my girl and relieved that all's well. Man, this mothering business is exhausting. The kids razz me about how they'll have to put me under when the girls have babies. Ha, ha. Not funny.
(photo of violet being sympathetic)
