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Work It Mama

 “Wake up, wake up, you know I love to see your face with no make up.” The sound of Maleek Berry’s Let Me Know is ringing in my ear. Monday would be so ugly if it was a person.Time to start my work week. It’s 5:30AM and the first of my five alarms start to go off. It takes me a minute to wake up so I have a ton of snooze options. A girl needs her beauty rest man. I roll over and hit snooze immediately. Four alarms and 45 minutes later, I finally get my day started. While laying in bed, I begin thanking God for another day, and think of the people who made plans today but didn’t make it through the night. The gift of life is so precious. I climb out of bed and hop in the shower. I’m grateful my attire throughout the week are scrubs so it takes me no time to figure out what I’m going to wear. The hardest part is remembering which job I’m going to that day and being sure I put on the right uniform. Tragic lol.

Once out the shower and dressed,I head to my sons room and smoother him in kisses to start his day. He’s usually a little cranky but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m smothering him with kisses or if he’s tired. I’m very thankful that he quickly settled into his morning routine and practically gets himself dressed along with brushing his teeth, sponging his hair, and making sure I packed his snack for the day. I’m blessed  he’s responsible for the most part. After we have everything we need, we head for the car. Our ride to school is fairly short so the first thing we do is pray before he’s dropped off. We take turns in who says the prayer for that day and I have to say ,my son definitely knows the role God plays in our lives; as I listen to him express his thanks, and prays for others. I’m doing something right with him and I feel extremely proud of the man he’s becoming. 

          Being a stay at home mom isn’t an option for me because I have to pay the bills. Not only that, I have to finically make the amount of a two parent home to keep my head above water. Pediatric dentistry has been my hustle for the last seven years. It’s been a blast ever since. I’ve held many positions to include management, coordinator, front desk, clinical lead etc. The last two years, I’ve found myself working more chairside and it’s been a great transition. I’m a nitrous certified dental assistant and I enjoy the work I do. On a daily basis I get to see young children completely frightened to even sit in my chair in the beginning but afterwards leave with a smile. My patients come from all walks of life. I’m very social so my day goes by pretty fast. I like to build rapport with them. I make them laugh, I ask about their day, their teachers, and plans for the weekend. I dance while taking my x-rays and sing to my patients when I clean their teeth. At work I’m extremely confident and I feel like a total bad ass at the end of the day knowing I did my job and did it well. I’m very comfortable in dentistry and although I don’t know if I’ll be singing that same tune seven years from now, but I’ll stick to what I know for the time being.


  1. I love hearing about the kids that come to your chair frightened and leave with smiles - that hasn't been our experience - Liam has had some significant trauma in the dentist seat. Knowing what I know now about trauma, I feel like there is really a case for someone trauma trained to be in every pediatric (or even an adult) dental clinic, if that's something the clinic can sustain/support. I have considered leaving and going to another facility because of how poorly I felt the trauma was handled. I felt helpless and knew what was occurring as it was occurring. Thank you for your heart for kids. Love you lady!


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