Heavy Metal?

Today I wrote my blog from the orthodontist’s office. Today Cheyenne got her braces.  She is the first kid in our family to get braces – not because she is the only one who has needed them, but because she is the first child that had the luxury of getting them.

Such is the plight of a single mom and her children who have spent more years poor than not. In a family where money is tight braces are not even a luxury to be considered, they are an impossibility. Such was our existence for so many years. The older kids survived without braces, as I did so many years ago when my parents likewise could not afford the luxury. But times have changed over the years and now braces are a luxury I can afford; hence, Cheyenne’s foray into the world of orthodontia. 

Braces have changed a lot over the years – the metal mouth image I grew up seeing as a kid is long gone.  These days braces are pared down and much less obtrusive.  Cheyenne’s braces are green and pink and I have to say, they are cute.  The cute factor will hopefully help her live through her two years without gum and all the other unfriendly brace food.  Having never worn braces I really had no idea how many brace offensive items there were on the list.

Fortunately, Cheyenne is viewing the food restrictions as a fairly minor convenience thus far.  She is excited to finally have her new braces on.  I am not sure how long her new braces will remain new and exciting, but I suspect that the novelty will wear off after awhile (likely long before my payments for the braces will be done).  Hopefully, the aligned teeth after the fact will serve as a reminder of not only her time in braces, but also of how fortunate she is that her mom can afford to pay for them.  Really it is that alignment- the one where she appreciates the expense involved in the enterprise and doesn’t take it for granted – that matters even more than her teeth.  Luckily, I have always been able to afford to give that lesson to my kids – with or without braces. 😉

Day eight hundred and thirty-four of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C