Sitting here in an all too familiar place watching my little 6 year old in his “big boy” gymnastics class has me contemplating life. By now you’re wondering what kind of gymnastics class this is to offer such insight, right?? I promise the class isn’t as intense as it sounds and neither is the gym. But back to why I started writing to begin with. Have you sat back and really observed a child? Really watched their behavior, their excitement, their joy for…well… everything? If not, I highly recommend unplugging completely for a bit and truly taking it in.
I have horrible teeth. There I said it! Part from genetics and part (may or may not) be due to poor dental hygiene when I was younger. But I’m not pointing fingers. 😉 Needless to say, I suffer from a rare but usual form of dental appointment anxiety (DAA). Look it up, it may actually exist. Bottom line, I don’t enjoy the dentist…at all. Pregnancy also did a horrific number on my teeth as well. I’m not even sure my teeth would survive another pregnancy at this point. We’re talking like 8-12 cavities and a root canal, I’ve blocked out the exact number to save my sanity.