1. The upside to healthy eating throughout the year: all the kids want from Santa is junk food. And they don’t really ask for anything else, because they don’t want to jeopardize their yearly Pop-Tarts and Coca-Cola in glass bottles.
At least, I think that’s an upside. It might just be really sad.
2. I’m not naming names, but somebody thinks he’s funny.
3. How old does a kid have to get before you stop demanding they write letters to Santa? I vote 18.
I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make me feel this way.…
I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.
The tangy taste of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wanderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman’s horn.
Nostalgia— that’s the autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember.
from Jacqueline Bower’s “Thoughts”
found in Caroline Kennedy’s
A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children
(illustrated by Jon J Muth)
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(For the record, to me autumn means October & November.
We’ll pretend the poem says something other than September.)
Hey, hobo man; hey Dapper Dan,
You’ve both got your style, but brother,
You’re never fully dressed without a smile!-Little Orphan Annie
I know the title to this post has my brother cringing— he was born in 1983. Nothing to do with you, brother o’mine, go on about your day.
No, in 1983 my front teeth came in, big ol’ horse teeth. I have, as I have been repeatedly told by dentists, technicians, orthodontists and oral surgeons, the smallest mouth on God’s green earth, and there just wasn’t room for those big honkin’ horse teeth along my jawline. Over the years, my teeth kept getting more crowded and shifting at weird angles.
Recently an acquaintance of mine said to me, “It was nice seeing you smile yesterday for a change.”
Like any normal human being, I responded with, “I’m quite sure I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”
They countered:
“I like when you smile. You’re always hiding your braces, who cares, so what, you have braces. You have a nice smile. You should smile more.”
If you know me at all, you’ll realize that by this point I was hugely uncomfortable, highly irritated and frantically looking for ways to escape the conversation. I don’t take compliments well, especially when couched in cryptic statements that imply people have been watching and analyzing my behavior.
But a few days later, seeing a photo of myself, I realized what they were talking about. Smiling with my mouth closed is a habit I’ve had since I was seven years old. I’m not hiding my braces; my acquaintance just assumed that was the case because they didn’t know me before I had braces.
I’m hiding my bad teeth. And I’ve been doing it since 1983.
I haven’t really smiled— freely, unabashedly, unself-consciously— in 28 years. What I do is this weird tightening of the mouth, a slight lifting at the corners, that makes me look weird and mean.
summer 2011
I got braces to fix the severe TMJ I’d been suffering since my oral surgeon royally screwed my jaw taking out my wisdom teeth. My orthodontist made no promises, but said it might lessen the pain that I dealt with 24/7, pain that spread through my neck and shoulders as I subconsciously held my jaw just so. And that slight flicker of hope caused me to sob right there in his office, in front of perfect strangers.
At over $5K out of pocket, these braces are the most expensive thing I’ve ever purchased for myself. I can’t even explain how hard it was for me to spend that money on something only I could possibly benefit from. And the first few months were soul-killing, when I realized that I had in effect traded one sort of chronic pain for another.
The pain has long since eased. I’ve been wearing these things around for over a year now and it’s only just occurred to me that my teeth look better. I know, I’m super dumb. When I saw this picture of me with the Bangles that DelCoPA Mom took, my thought was totally that it didn’t look too bad in spite of my braces. As evidenced by the caption I wrote for it.
The logical follow-up to that thought, that the reason it didn’t look too bad was because my dang teeth are straighter because of my braces? Never entered my addled brain. Until now.
Which is my lengthy, labyrinthine way of saying… you can’t put the tiger back in the cage. I’ve got my smile on and you’re gonna be seeing lots of it.
And if you think I’m being obnoxious now… just wait another 8-10 months, when these bad boys come off.
This is not a paid post or a sponsored post, and I waffled quite a bit about whether I should publish it at all. I don’t advocate taking a lot of stock in your personal appearance.
But I DO DO DO advocate taking time for you, to refill your center so that you can give of yourself in abundance.
And I DO DO DO advocate vocalizing those little compliments to others. Even though I was put off by this one at first, it caused a huge mental breakthrough for me.
This post is a major spontaneous heartfelt shoutout to Dr. Honig and his awesome technicians, and heck, his wonderfully supportive office staff too. Because they brought me to a life without unrelenting pain and made me feel better about myself in the process.
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When was the last time you did something selfishly, just for yourself? It’s cool. Sometimes you need to do that. Own it.
What was the last unexpected nice thing someone said to you?
