Today I was miserable.
I wanted to be alone,
but the house was full.
I wanted the world to stop,
but that was beyond my capabilities.
Then at dinner we all sat together.
The usual chatting and shouting began.
The discussion moved to my eldest daughter,
who will be having her wisdom teeth removed this week.
My youngest was most curious.
“Oh no, what if she wakes up early?”.
“Yikes how will she swallow when they are drilling her teeth?”.
“What if they do the wrong teeth?”.
Lots of questions which I must admit amused us.
Then she spoke about how they put her to sleep.
“Do they put a mask over her?”.
“No, I said, they give an injection”.
“Oh no, I’m keeping my teeth forever”, she said.
After awhile she returned to the anaesthetic,
and the fact she would want to be anaesthetised using a mask.
Then she stopped and thought for a moment.
“Do you have to count?, she asked, when they are putting you to sleep”.
“Yes they usually say count back from twenty”, I reply.
“Twenty. Why twenty?”, she asks.
“I don’t know thats just what they do”, I say.
“Why do you have to count backwards, why not the usual counting”, she continues.
“Oh for Gods sake who cares?”, my other daughter says, “they just do”.
Dinner continues for a while, but then she’s off again.
“If you don’t ever finish counting, why not count back from ten?”.
Again I say, “I don’t know, but sure what does it matter, its just a bit of counting”.
“Well, she says, its just that I’d have to have an injection,
if it was counting back from twenty, because I can only count from ten!”.
And so it was, that my young lady, despite my mood,
made me laugh out loud.
There is no doubt even in sadness, kids can really be a great tonic.
There is no update on my young warrior friend sadly he is still critical.
Thanks for all your kind thoughts and prayers.