The boy got braces! It amazes me how braces at this age are worn, much like a cast- as a “badge of honor”, and not, as it was when I had braces in Junior High, a humiliation beyond a parental scope of understanding. Sure, when we were younger, we flattened out paper clips, wedging their sharp edges into our mouths for that cool “I have a retainer” look, but later, when it came time for “actual” orthodontia, it was somehow much less cool.
But to this seven year old, getting braces yesterday was an event for which we had a countdown posted on the refrigerator. He couldn’t be more ecstatic and has shared the news with everyone he’d see by asking “Do you notice anything different about me”?
I will always be reminded of an old video of my prom, when, in the background my grandmother said how nicely my teeth turned out after braces and that “Every time I see a kid with braces, I think somebody loves them very much”.