The Great Dorito Analogy

last week, in his ever-present quest to understand my take on open adoption, my husband put it like this:

it's like when i had my jaw wired shut in high school, isn't it?

i could hold the dorito, turn it over in my hands, smell it, and maybe get a tiny piece of it wedged between my side teeth so that it could dissolve in my mouth. but it was never really satisfying. i could never get the full flavor of the chip, or the crunch i'd anticipate. it just turned to mush, until i could swallow it.

i couldn't wait until the wires were taken off, when my jaw had healed, and i could finally enjoy food again. having my meals put into a blender for months was lousy and frustrating. does that make sense?

weirdly enough, it does.