Fractured Smile

I got the dreaded phone call yesterday. The one you get when your child has gone away with someone else and then they call you and say “She’s alright, but….”

#1 went on a youth group trip to Six Flags in Dallas. She broke her left front tooth on one of the rides. About a third of it. Gone. She saw the chunk go flying as the ride kept spinning.

She’s an 11 year old girl who had a naturally perfect smile (we were so thrilled to have ONE that wouldn’t require braces). She has a ready smile for everyone and has never met a stranger in her life.

That’s not the girl I picked up from the parish parking lot last night. I picked up a girl who covered her mouth out of embarrassment and held her lips together when she smiled. Then when she spoke, she lisped. She never cried, although she wanted to. I kind of admire that bravado before the world.

I am just sick over this. She is crushed. We see the dentist today to see what can be done. Pray for my daughter, please.