Prevention is always better than cure:
When I was young, I hated the grueling practice of brushing my teeth two times. Much as I wanted to, I could never muster enough courage nor even be able to slyly escape from the ever observant eyes of mommy dearest!
Mom was a disciplinarian:
Mum was a disciplinarian in the strictest meaning of the word. There was nothing that was bad and could get away from her roving eyes. She had to have all her four children brush their teeth two times, dress up after a compulsory wash in the morning and seat themselves at the table exactly in time for the grace. Playtime, study time all was fixed and she hated if the routine was ever messed up with. The bedtime routine was fixed with brushing the teeth and changing into pajamas and reading a compulsory two pages of a book that she placed beside our bed before kissing her goodnight and dozing off.
Now, the effort is showing:
I must confess and I still feel about this that I pretty much hated mom and her disciplinarian attitude till I had children of my own. I tried to be a lenient mother but in time I realized that if I was giving in too much I was taken for a jolly good ride by them!
I got my dentures very late in life:
I was well into my seventies when my dentures were made. At the dentist’s clinic, my dentist was in awe of my good dental health and I revealed to him it was all because of my mother’s strictures when we were young. My first dentures were not so perfect mainly because I had this problem f them falling out of my mouth or loosening whenever I tried chewing with them on.
The new glue helped:
With a little help from a pharmacist friend who studied with me in college, I came to know about this new denture adhesive that was very effective. I tried it and thank god that I tried! The glue is so effective that my dentures do not move out even an inch until I want to remove them voluntarily. Now, nobody knows I use dentures. And I dare not tell them!