My granddaughter, Madeline was born with a head of wild, dark hair, a beautiful rosy complexion…and a tooth!
A fully formed baby tooth, bright white, already perfectly visible!
When I first met Madeline she was just a couple weeks old. Her Mom drove me to visit my dentist in Okemos, Michigan. Madeline came, too. The dentist marveled at Madeline’s tiny tooth, and thought she was the perfect little newborn to come along on a dental appointment!
A few years later, Madeline had her own dentist. She had a tiny cavity on the top surface of one of her molars. It needed to be filled.
Madeline and her family lived in an urban area at that time, and Madeline had seen a lot of dental extravagances. She loved the look of braces, and the sparkle they added to a smile. She liked the diamonds and other jewels set into front teeth. At three or four years old, her idea was, the more dazzle, the better.
When she was told about the filling, she started her campaign. “I’m going to get the gold tooth,” she told her Mother and Father.
They tried to explain, but she was insistent.
“I’m going to get the gold tooth!”
Whenever the appointment was mentioned, the topic of the gold tooth came up.
“I’m getting the gold tooth!”
We were all worried that she was going to be terribly disappointed.
The idea of the sparkle, though, was keeping her from dreading the procedure.
In fact, she was extremely brave!
The dentist was good, patient and kind, and the filling went quickly.
We had just a bit of trepidation about the reveal.
It hadn’t occurred to any of us that gold and silver are both sparkly. A small girl might not know the difference. To the inexperienced, an amalgam filling could look like gold!
She walked out into the waiting room with her Mom.
She was beaming!
“I got it!”, she told us, “I got the gold tooth!”
She opened her mouth wide.
Her brother Brandon – in one of his best big brother moments – leaned in close to examine the filling and, with reverence in his voice, said, “That’s really AWESOME, Madeline!!”
And she knew that it was!
Today, my granddaughter Madeline turns thirteen years old.
Happy Birthday, Madeline!