my dentist is a family friend; she has known my mother for ages and i've been seeing her all my life. whenever it's time for my six-month check-up/cleaning, we chat for awhile about my life, my plans, and my mom, since her office is in the next town over to my parents', and i usually stop over to see them afterwards.
i enjoy these little visits. even after i moved a good distance away, i continued going to her for my care because i couldn't imagine going to anyone else. my sisters must feel the same way, because they've stuck with her also.
she has a daughter who's a bit older than me, and when i was planning my wedding, she gave me her daughter's gift box which i've in turn passed on to my cousin, my sister, and my friends. once, during a holiday dinner and shortly after i'd had my wisdom teeth out, i felt my stitches had been bothering me so she held my mouth open with a spoon to check on them. needless to say, she regularly goes above and beyond the call of duty because she's watched me grow up, and i've felt she's like another auntie, or a mother hen (in a good way).
recently, i felt some sensitivity in my back molar, and since it's one with a filling i thought it would be a good idea to check out. it turns out that my filling had cracked and there was some decay under it. luckily, it was caught in time before the decay had reached my nerve, so the decay was removed and a new filling was put in.
after my appointment, my dentist asked if i wanted to stay and eat the food my mom had dropped off earlier, since her office is in a converted house (where her and her family used to live), and there's a working kitchen and living room in the back. at first i said no, but she insisted, even heating me up a plate and giving me hot water to drink (what is it with chinese people and warm beverages?), so i stayed. she asked me how i was doing and didn't pry, although i was pretty sure she was up to date on my current state. after i finished my meal, she said i was welcome to sit for awhile and watch TV, but i was ready to go.
originally i thought the gesture was due in part to my mom, but when i called my mom and she didn't seem to be behind it, i was really touched by my dentist's generosity and caring. it was incredibly cute and sweet.
on the ride home, i thought of the mother hens in my life, and realized they weren't just in my personal life. yesterday, my OB called just to see how i was doing and to let me know she was thinking of me. and my boss called this afternoon to do the same.
look around and be thankful for all your non-mother mother hens.
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