Tomorrow morning I have a dental appointment. My younger brother has always had a problem with the dentist. So, I always play it cool when we go together. But on the inside… I’m mortified. The strange, funky looking tools they stick in my mouth. The icky, gooey toothpaste that trickles down the back of my throat. I hate it. And I just want to say, it really sucks that I don’t have anyone to hold my hand. ‘Cause all of us older kids have to look like we’re not afraid. Our younger siblings look up to us. We’re the ones who look brave during strep tests, dentist appointments, and just flat out life. But trust me. We’re terrified. Just thought you should know.
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You’re right that it’s no fair that you have to hide your fears. Sometimes your mommy puts way too much pressure on you. I hope I get the chance to hold your hand tomorrow. Maybe next time, we need two appointments back-to-back instead of two at the same time!
I’m so proud of you. It’s brave to realize what you need and ask for it.