Just another one of those sacrifices.

When I first held my babies in my arm the moment they were passed to me, I said under my breath "I would sacrifice anything for these boys." I meant my word, but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I would need to sacrifice my teeth for my boys. I remember how a friend once told me that having sons would equal getting into many accidents, hence the most important purchase for myself would be to invest in a personal accident plan.

I actually did listen to her wise words, and am pretty glad I got myself insured. At the rate these boys climb, jump, trample all over me, accidents were bound to happen one day. Sure, I've gotten my finger fractured before, perhaps a nose injury too and many times I woke up with a strained back. I thought that was the  worse things could get handling two very active toddlers... until...

It all happened so fast, a knock, a bang, and out fell two large pieces of a broken canine. And there staring back at me in the mirror was a toothless shocked look. In all honesty, I think I was a little too shocked, depressed, worried, anxious to react. I put on a strong front for the boys, and told them "see momma has no tooth now!" and laughed away the pain. For days, it was the highlight of their laughs as I frantically contacted the dentist for an appointment which chalked up a thousand dollar bill in total.

My tooth is restored now, though only for aesthetic purposes and I guess I can look back and laugh about the whole incident. I can now say that I have gone down extreme measures of sacrifice for my children, right down to sacrificing my teeth! I am guessing this is just going to go under a long list of sacrifices ahead. It is quite amazing how motherhood can be the most trying period, yet we all somehow find the patience and love in us to overcome all that.

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