I’ve waited
for today for a considerably long time—nearly three years, 985 days to be
exact. My anticipation was heightened because this day was actually supposed to
come 15 months ago. For each of those 985 days I had one thing on my mind—the finish
line. Each month I made a short trek to a familiar office where I got
adjustments that put me just a little bit closer to this day. Between visits, I
dealt with discomfort that eventually eased as the process continued but inevitably
returned when I went for adjustments.
For the last
year, I’ve gotten my hopes up numerous times, looking for an end date. Last month,
I finally got that date—September 12—and I’ve been pretty compliant with my end
of the bargain. I’ve followed doctor’s orders and counted down the days. After a
setback about a week ago, I was nervous that my end date might get pushed back.
I envisioned myself getting bad news at my appointment and jumping on a table yelling,
“Just hand me the pliers!”
I was so over:
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metal and ceramic
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speaking with an occasional lisp
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biting my cheek
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flossing with threaders
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wires that poked
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sores
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rubber bands
·
THESE BLASTED BRACES
Thank God (and
yes I prayed about it) that I finally got my day of freedom.
I’d like you to
know that I’m sharing this not just to go on a dramatic rant, but to share what
I’ve learned through this experience. Having braces as an adult has taught me:
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The importance of patience
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To remember that there are many things outside of
my control
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Moving in the right direction often hurts
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Things don’t always go as you expect them to
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If you stay on track, you will see the beauty that
results from your effort
So whatever
you are waiting on, hang in there, folks. If you stick to your plan, the end
date will come—even if your plan changes.
Mama’s signing
off and she will enjoy the opportunity to eat a whole apple (no slices) this
weekend!
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Shellie
