The Dental Assistant

About 18 months ago, the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML and I read the tea leaves of a crashing economy and all that comes with it while staring at the abyss of college costs, and decided that after 18 years as an SAHM, she would pursue a job outside the home. We did not enter into this decision lightly - our children are the amazing people that they are because of their mother's influence. It was an agonizing decision, made after much prayer and fasting, but once we made the decision, we felt good.

In incredibly short order, the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML found herself a really good gig working for a dentist, in the front office. For those of you know SML, you know she digs her teeth. She's proud of them and has always harbored a desire to work in a dentist's office. Well, here she was. Working in a dentist's office. The schedule was ideal and with my work-from-home schedule, the kids weren't spending a lot of time alone at home.

A few months ago, SML's boss, El Dentista, asked her if she would like to start learning to assist. Check here for YES! She'd always wanted to assist. She took to it like a moth to a flame. She's tackled impressions, the Panorex, and dealing with messed up mouths like a pro.

I'm incredibly proud of her. She loves what she's doing. She likes to talk about the day's procedures at the dinner table which has led CAL and I to nearly vomit simultaneously a couple of times. I still won't let her use my mouth/teeth as a test bed for the latest thing she's learning. That's just gross. And I will say this, the stunningly patient SML looks mighty fine in her scrubs. Yep, she makes scrubs look good!