I’d like to write little vignettes, little moments in time, just to document my thoughts and the events of the moment. My biggest challenge, will be keeping it short.
Hence the “vignette” part.
I tend to think that I can’t possibly post anything under 1,000 words. I don’t know why I think that. Actually, I don’t think that, it just sort of works out that way. I’m long winded, I guess.
Let’s see if I can break that mindset because sometimes? Precious moments are simply that – moments.
I mentioned that we took Jazz in for an orthodontist consultation. They took x-rays and determined that the boy still has THREE baby teeth.
Three. I was shocked. I mean, the kid is 14 1/2 – is that even normal??
But no worries, the permanent teeth were clearly visible and the baby teeth were literally hanging on by a thread.
We went to Panera Bread Monday night as part of a fundraiser for the high school band. And while there, Jazz bit down a little too hard on a piece of bacon and though his tooth didn’t come out, it knocked it pretty loose.
We came home and the boy grabbed a paper towel and immediately worked it out. No fuss. No drama. The tooth popped out and there wasn’t even any blood. Which leads me to believe the sucker had been ready to come out for quite some time and Jazz simply ignored it.
He does that. He ignores his teeth. He ignores them when they get loose and he simply waits for the tooth to fall out on it’s own. Or it gets knocked into an awkward position and it hurts him to eat and he has no choice but to get the thing out because by that time, it annoys him.
Jazz is getting really good at ignoring physical discomfort. I think that’s a good thing, to a point, of course. But these past several weeks have really taught him a lot about enduring discomforts. He’s been pretty sick, a head cold, and yet, he’s still had to practice and show up for his performances. He’s had to emotionally and physically move past his aches and pains and concentrate on the task at hand.
Though it’s about killed me to see him SO tired and feeling SO bad, I think it’s been a good lesson for him to learn.
Life, unfortunately, doesn’t stop because of one loose tooth or a stuffy head.
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