5 days down, 543 to go

Hallie burned through at least four red markers crafting the “Harper has braces” poster. Her declaration of this milestone ended with a period, not an exclamation point—and honestly, that feels just right.

I remember getting my braces the summer before 7th grade. I burst into tears the second my mom and I left the orthodontist, partly because my teeth hurt, but mostly because I felt anything but cute. My mom responded with a hug, a milkshake, and a trip to the mall. A little quality time and a new outfit from Limited Too helped restore the confidence that my new braces had zapped—well, at least a bit of it. (never underestimate the power of a trendy spaghetti strap dress with a built-in t-shirt)

And now, here I am, 30 years later, replaying that same chain of events with my daughter: braces, tears, hugs, milkshakes, and a mall trip. (My first mall visit in a decade, and her first time at the mall ever.) After some quality time, Advil, sweet treats, a few new oversized hoodies, and undersized shorts, I’m already seeing more of her adorable new silver smile.

5 days down, 543 to go.  But hey, who’s counting?