"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!"
Anyone remember that song? My mom sang it to me when I was a little kid missing my two front teeth.
Today I'm 60, and I have that memory mixed with so much pain and tragedy of my childhood. It reminds me that my mom really loved me, and did her best, in spite of tremendous adversity. She had the luggage of generations of adversity, and it's passed down.
Even when things are not our fault, we can accept responsibility for our circumstances and roll up our sleeves to solve the problem.
Today I'm 60 and I still have my two front teeth and I'm thankful, but I'm missing one of the other teeth. I've been going through the long ordeal of getting a tooth implant, it takes almost two years. Right now, I'm on the last leg of that small ordeal. The metal post has healed into my gum and it's ready for the dentist to fit a crown on it.
Am I happy? Yes!
My happiness comes from the value of solving the problem and dealing with things and laughing along the journey.
A year and a half ago I was simply happy to go about my life without such pain and the whole right side of my head hurting, once they finally pulled the cracked tooth.
Then I went through the phases of insecurity about not having the tooth when I smiled.
Randy and I went through the insecurity of the cost and solving that problem.
Solving one problem always brings you more problems to solve.
Everywhere you go, there will be problems to solve.