to my daughter

July 9, 2014 § 2 Comments

Lessons occur in the most unexceptional moments. This afternoon your dentist paused over a tooth, exercising a moment’s uncertainty and demonstrating caution. Thoroughly and unceremoniously he gathered information and shared options in words that drifted over your head, but left a weight on your shoulders.

Standing just behind the dentist you looked away while turning toward our conversation. Appealing to your curious nature I invited you to explore your x-ray and asked the dentist to explain the image. You listened without interruption, but held your questions for the privacy of the hallway as we made our way home.

Beneath the darkest corners of your worries was a light filling in the shape of your fear. Questions create space for comfort, they lend reassurance; clearing the way for comprehension and greater care.

Sometimes fear and ignorance intimidate us into quiet acceptance or stubborn avoidance; we hurry through empty motions and suffocate our voice. Ask questions, gather information, and welcome choices. Never allow what you do not understand to inform your actions or your fear to silence an opportunity to learn.

Love, Mom

 

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