The Dentist!!

I don't think I have ever been scared of going to the dentist (mom you may need to correct me on this one). I wish I would have hated it, and avoided it more. I remember watching Sesame Street at my dental office when I was young, how could I not like that? Then there were the trips to the orthodontist I felt important as I walked in got my toothbrush, and waited for my name to be called. Then the Dr. would tease me about having boyfriends and say he would set me up with his nephew. Some weird part of me liked it. I went back to this same Dr. after I was married, and his teasing wasn't so flattering then. So doesn't picking Dental Hygiene as a career seem absolutely natural? Well I had my fears, but made it through. No grossing out over sticking my hands in peoples mouths, no fear over having a shaking needle enter my gum line. But there was one thing that I dreaded while in school, and working, and that was the unavoidable event of someday having to take my kids to the dentist, or worse to have to work on them. But we did it... well Clint did it, last week. And we survived. Thrived even. They both did wonderful, and were very proud. I admit that my fear has decreased over the past 6 months as Mason has felt better and become less testy. I am sure though that it took some courage and I am proud. I also went to the dentist last week. And will be going back next week:(