We are gathered today in the surgery of Mummy De Sousa! Grab your masks and make sure to wash your hands. Coffee will be served after. Our case on file today is the loose tooth of the youngest sprog in the family.
For the past four days we have been watching the top right incisor slowly loosen to the point of no return. Tonight, said tooth has shown significant movement and might decide to release itself from gum imprisonment. Whilst a firm grip and wriggling and squiggling have worked in the past, tougher measures might need to be taken. As you stand there with me watching the tooth fight to hold onto its warm, cosy existence, I have a deeper question for you: when is the right time to let go? As milk teeth refuse to budge until their secure home is shaken to the core, when do we seek to change our lifestyles and habits of co-existence?
My eldest turned sixteen today and I am amazed at his confidence and individuality. I possessed little to no confidence at his age and was only discovering myself, let alone the big world outside. Yet, he has already travelled to two different countries on his own, stayed with families he never knew and spoke foreign languages to communicate with them. Watching him coax my youngest to allow him a crack at loosening the offending tooth, I envy him. Maybe I would have been a different person if I had been given the opportunities he has in life. So many roads not taken and so many choices left to drift unanswered in the winds of time.
Back to the case at hand. The tooth is on its last leg but I think a coffee break is in order as the youngest has decided to go brush his teeth again so that the tooth fairy pays prime gold coins for said bounty! Coffee? Tea? Hot chocolate whilst we wait? I don’t know about you, but being over forty does not rock as much as one would have you believe. You’re faced with the realisation that mortality is waiting round every corner and you have so little time left to be happy, every consideration is made to make the most out of life.
The kettle has boiled. Sugar? Milk?
How do you face the dilemma of changes once the children grow and you discover that this is the second half of a marathon to achieve something…anything before joining the lost souls roaming the ether?
Ah, little sprog is back with his big brother. It seems the tooth has won this round and we are back to the surgery tomorrow to extract the offender before it inflicts too much pain on our patient. As I kiss them good-night, I wonder what their forties will be like and whether they will ask the same questions as I do now.
Well, it is much quieter now and we still have time for a second cup. Tell me about your Monday…