Posts Tagged ‘little girl’

Mother Guilt

July 25, 2014


If you’re a mother, you get this.  It’s very real.  So real it’s tangible.  Guilt that only mothers can have, get or put on themselves.

Three years ago, I dutifully accompanied the Colombian princess to her first American dental appointment.  After the x-rays and examination, the dentist handed me a sizeable Mother Guilt trophy explaining that her Colombian fillings were of poor quality and ALL needed to be replaced.  She had multiple cavities that would need to be filled immediately and there was so much work necessary that we would have to take her to a pediatric specialist to put her under for the procedures.  He had the nerve to ask if she brushed her teeth.  He meant AT ALL!  If nothing else, my little girl is diligent with personal care tasks.  She is the most regular flosser in our house, I’ll have you know, Mr. 24-year-old not-shaving-yet white coat!!

After listening to his entire money-hungry spiel, I inquired the location of the cavities.  As I suspected, they were all on baby teeth AND they were all minor.  With the referral slip in hand, I slipped out of the office and took the princess home to her father.  Being fully versed in dental procedures and examinations, together her father and I ascertained that the Colombian fillings were just fine and we wiggled all the baby teeth with cavities.  We noticed they all got more wiggly as we took turns wiggling them. Nope, not fixing them.

This is a translation for those who aren’t mothers.

What dentists say: “Your child has cavities.”  What a mother hears: “You are not taking care of your child.”

What dentists say: “There are two types of fillings.” What a mother hears: “There are $250 fillings that good mothers choose, and $75 fillings that bad mothers choose.”

What Dentists say: “Is your child flossing?” What a mother hears: Are you concerned at all about the health of your child?”

What Dentists say: “Is your child brushing after each meal?” What a mother hears: “If you haven’t taught her to BRUSH HER TEETH, what the heck are you doing all day long?”

What Dentists say: “She hasn’t been in for a long time.” What a mother hears: “Why are you a mother at all?”

This entire dental event had me swear off my motherly duties of dental visits.  Period.  I somehow forgot the six month check ups… for two years.  It’s easy to block episodes that cause Mother Guilt.  Finally, after almost all of her baby teeth had fallen out, I made an appointment for her with her FATHER to go back to that horrible place.

Her appointment was this morning at 8:00.  By 9:40 I had not heard from them and was envisioning my little Colombiana strapped in the reclined chair, wearing a bloodied paper bib with tears running down her little cheeks into her ears.  Just then my husband called and relayed that they were at Denny’s having breakfast.  He casually mentioned that she had NO CAVITIES! WHAT?  And I wasn’t there to receive my Mother of the Year trophy!!!  When they got home, she reported that they put fluoride on her teeth and told her not to eat anything for 30 minutes, but that Daddy took her to Denny’s anyway.  Nice!  Father guilt doesn’t even exist!  If her fluoride wore off with a Jr. Grand Slam, it is SOOO not this mama’s fault!

My Little Girl

December 15, 2013

Nora -12

For Nora’s third Gotcha Day (celebrating the day we adopted her) we asked a friend to take a photo shoot of our sweet little girl.  We met in a gated community just before sundown and Nora could not figure out why we wanted her to sit in the weeds!  Hahahaha!  On a blustery Wednesday a week later we met in Target parking lot to exchange the goods.  When the CD went into the home computer and we admired each scene… each smile… each dimple… I realized my little girl isn’t going to be little for much longer.  Seriously, it was the first time I thought those thoughts.  Her face is thinning out.  Her big teeth have almost all shown up for the party.  And she does her own hair now.  Our time with our kids is so short!  And when they arrive at your heart’s door at seven years old, it is entirely too swift of a time until they leave home!

This picture is my favorite of all of them because she is laughing, truly laughing and it shows in her eyes.  It’s so sweet.  Then I took a long swallow and realized that she looks at her Daddy with these loving eyes and that cheery smile, but only for a little while longer.  My stomach did a flip flop and sank as I realized this smile and adoring look will be aimed at her next Knight in Shining Armor in as little as TEN YEARS!  WHAT!  Stop the bus!

Well, she did tell us that she’s not getting married until she’s 35, so we have a few more years than most.  :o)

Hug and kiss your kids!  And make them sit in the weeds!

Pink Foamy Rollers!!!

April 4, 2011

Yes, Nora was initiated into the pink foamy roller beauty treatment last night!  It was her first time ever having curlers in her beautiful, long black hair.  Her hair has some natural curl to it, so it held the curls all day without spray.  The real deal was…. we were practicing for Easter.  I didn’t want an afro on Easter Sunday for my darling Colombian princess.

Growing up, my sister and I wore these foamy pink wonders every single Saturday night… so we, along with all the other girls at Sunday School, mirrored Shirley Temple with bouncy ringlets to show off our mother’s talent at rolling hair.  My sister reminded me that she always sat and watched the Lawrence Welk Show while her hair got rolled.  I just remember Dippety-Do and staring in the bathroom mirror until the rolling was complete.  Being a Crosby, I discovered that my sisters-in-law also endured the pink foamy wonders… but theirs were topped off with a kerchief to hold the rollers in place all night long.  Great idea.  I found a 1980’s rock star bandana in Rick’s drawer and tied up the rollers for beddy-bye-time.

Nora asked LOTS of questions regarding this styling technique.  Did YOU wear them?  Did LARISA wear them?  Will the boys laugh at Nora?  Nora is supposed to SLEEP with these in???  And on and on.  She did tell me, “Ma, you is good at dis.”

This morning, some of the rolled hair was still damp, so we waited until noon to take them out.  Nora was VERY impressed with the results and decided that curly hair would go nicely with her new Easter dress that Grandma got her! (Side note on the dress selection: Nora was picking racy looking dresses of shiny polyester with gathers across the middle, glitter on the fabric, sleeveless and mini skirts!  Egads!  Grandma was holding up nice cotton gingham dresses with butterfly pockets……thankfully Nora settled for cotton and some butterflies… but no gingham.)

Here is the latest in Shirley Temple look-alikes.

That was right after the curlers came out!  The rest are after a whole day of playing!