Dens sapientiae…

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…. or ‘wisdom tooth’ as we might say nowadays.

I went to the dentist today and had confirmed that I am teething. Yes! At the grand age of 53 years, I have a Wisdom Tooth coming forth. Hallelujah! I am so very excited at the prospect of finally being wise.

The pic is my younger daughter, who turned 16 today. The other is now 18. Where does time go? In the dentist’s, a curious toddler was running his grandparents ragged in the waiting room – grandparents, I might add, who didn’t look that much older than me. I smiled, as I waited, watching his antics… and thought before you know it, he’ll be grown.

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Here they are, the 18 year old and the 16 year old, obviously before they reached those ages.

I wonder what Wisdom will entail? My dentist – and my colleagues – find it mildly hilarious that I am teething. I tell them yeah, but I will be SO wise! And I actually believe it. As though, once the tooth has made its total entrance, all manner of stuff will become Known To Me. Yes.

A namesake of sorts (my maiden name is Teasdale) wrote a pome on the subject of ‘Wisdom’ and, somehow, it seems particularly apt with this teething thing and the two daughters reaching significant ages…

Wisdom – Sara Teasdale

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that compromises wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I have looked Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange – my youth.

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Happy birthday to my darling daughter who has brought, and continues to bring, such Joy.

And here’s hoping for Wisdom, for us all… 😉

 

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