I have realized that the most important things in my life have required me to become very good at waiting.

Before I was a dentist, I was a teacher. I spent seven years at Rogers High School, and when I left for dental school, I worried I was abandoning a part of myself. I wasn't. I still teach every day, sometimes explaining a cavity to a five-year-old, sitting beside a worried mom, or standing in front of future dentists at Lyon College, hoping they remember there is always a person attached to the teeth they are treating.

Motherhood changed the way I understood that even more. My road to becoming a mom was not simple. I know what it is like to want a child so badly that you begin building a life around someone who is not here yet. You calculate dates, imagine the future, and allow yourself to think, Maybe this is finally it. And sometimes it isn't.

I know infertility. I know pregnancy loss. I know the courage it takes to hope again when hope has already hurt you. Those experiences changed the way I see the mommas who sit across from me now, because sometimes a mom is asking about a tooth, but underneath that question is something bigger.

Did I miss something? Should I have known? Am I doing enough?

Because when it is your child, nothing feels small.

That is why I am drawn to children who need us to slow down, children with medical complexities, developmental differences, sensory needs, or past experiences that have taught them not to trust the dental chair.

I have learned that success does not always look like finished dentistry. Sometimes it is thirty seconds in the chair and leaving without tears. Sometimes it is a child deciding the dentist is not quite as scary as they thought. Trust comes first. The dentistry can come later.

Northwest Arkansas has given me the privilege of caring for thousands of children. I am grateful to Dr. Rhodes and my colleagues at The Smile Shoppe for helping shape me as a pediatric dentist. Arkansas Children's and teaching future dentists have shaped me, too. Those experiences pointed me toward another dream.

Bright Pediatric Dentistry is coming to the Warehouse District of Johnson Square.

Bright is my vision for whole-child dental care, and building it has brought back emotions I recognize. A dental practice is not a child, and business setbacks are not pregnancy loss. I know the difference intimately. But I recognize the feeling of carrying something no one else can see yet, loving it before it exists, making plans around it, counting months, and watching the timeline change again.

Bright has had a very long gestation. But the vision remains my north star. I see the child who has never felt successful at the dentist walking into a space created with them in mind. I see the exhausted momma who is tired of repeatedly explaining her child, realizing that, here, she may not have to explain quite so much. I see families feeling heard, children being understood as whole people, and technology helping us look beyond symptoms to what may be contributing to oral disease.

Maybe that is the thread connecting all the chapters of my life: teacher, mother, dentist, advocate, mentor, builder. Dreamer.

I keep finding myself loving things before they are fully formed, believing in what they could become, and creating environments where they have room to grow. Some dreams take longer to arrive.

And perhaps that is why, when they finally do, we hold them a little closer.

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