One thing I have learned as a parent is that the worry doesn't stop when your children grow up... In fairness, given the amount of worry to which I have subjected my own parents down the years, this didn't really come as much of a surprise.
I guess the reality is that you always want the best for your children... you want them to be healthy, happy and hopefully wealthy enough for them to buy you a pressie at Christmas (the last bit wasn't serious... but can be taken as a hint!!!). It is also a well-known fact that when one of your offspring phones unexpectedly, there's usually something wrong...
And so it was earlier this year when my younger daughter Rebecca (but who I've always called Becca) called from a Greek hospital, in shock and minus one and a half front teeth after a stranger thought it would be a really good idea to jump on her back... Through this blog I can "officially" thank Elaine Reidy, who stayed with Becca during what must have been a traumatic few hours in a foreign A&E. I've never met Elaine, but she has a lovely soft Irish accent that almost managed to calm a frantic father... almost...
Anyway, Becca flew home, understandably distraught, and I took her to my own dental surgery in Middlesbrough (it's the one I go to... I don't actually "own" it...); the prognosis didn't look too good. Becca was "blessed" with her father's wonky front teeth that meant a two-tooth bridge might not work because the narrower than normal gap would not accommodate teeth of a size that would have naturally matched those remaining.... She had a couple of impromptu consultations with one of the practice's co-owners David Moore and, after several round trips from her Musselburgh home, the end result is shown above (courtesy of our recent conversation on Skype).
Becca's new teeth hopefully mean that a difficult 2011 will end on a high... she has a new boyfriend, college and work are going well and as with my elder daughter Leigh-Ann, she has made me a very proud father.
So with grateful thanks to everyone at Kerruish and Moore in Normanby, I will close with a few more "skyped" pictures of Becca and her wonderful straight teeth... and a bottle of cider...
All my own work... almost.