at the dentist
It’s been a while. I feel the need to get words out, and as I have 10 minutes, they will be few.
Summer can be rough for the special needs mother. The administrative needs don’t stop. Stacks of paperwork beg every detail of how your child burps through a tube, or takes medication, or handles a diaper change. Nursing and aid help is often in shorter supply.
…And the kids have needs that fall heavier.
This morning, my relief came, AT THE DENTIST. You heard me right. I’ve actually feared this appointment for months. A very large filling has rendered half of my mouth unusable due to sensitivity, so I wasn’t ready to throw 3 more fillings in. I bit the bullet this morning, and the gifts came.
As I pulled into the parking lot, the dentist, himself, wheeled an elderly patient to their car. In a world where special needs fit like boulders in small peg-holes, this made my day!
The fillings went remarkably well…and yes, I did pray the whole time. Then, as I walked to my car, a teen with a developmental delay was climbing the stairs as he held the hands of 2 dental assistants. When they reached the top they each thanked the teen for helping them up the stairs. His smile of self-satisfaction was a fountain spilling over!
Hold onto the gifts.
Zephaniah 3:17
The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
a Rearranged Life 