The tooth saga is finally over. Well, at least, there’s a gap in proceedings… a much bigger gap than I’d ever anticipated. You could almost drive a bus through it!
Our daughter’s first top tooth fell out yesterday. She’d already lost her two bottom teeth do but they’re not the same. The two front teeth are the real trophies!
Trophies indeed! I listen to all the first graders chatting away and the little hands go straight in the mouth: “Look, I have a wobbly tooth.”
The conversation then turns to how many teeth they’ve lost, the same way they used to ask: “How many are you?” when they were back at pre-school.
The more teeth you’ve lost, the better your status.
So of course, our daughter was over-the-moon excited when the tooth finally fell out.
I, on the other hand, coped better than expected and didn’t have the anticipated nervous breakdown. I’m also really proud of myself because I didn’t shriek: “my little baby has gone” in the middle of the school playground where the tooth fell out. Part of me wanted to. The part of me which also wanted to superglue that rogue tooth back into position and let my daughter be little for just awhile longer!!
You see, that cheeky grin with the baby teeth…that’s my girl!
For better or worse, that’s life. Things don’t stand still. There is constant change, evolution, growth and I’d be the first to complain if she was somehow stunted.
Besides, my daughter’s excitement is rather contagious!
Losing your baby teeth is as much a part of growing up as learning to ride a bike, pimples and learning how to drive. At the tender age of six, our daughter has already been on her first date. Been there done that!
I probably sound like one of those mums who’d like to pause their kids somewhere in the pre-school years. However, I’m actually pleased and indeed relieved that our kids are at school and more independent. I want them to grow up… not quickly but in their season.
At the same time, there is something almost magical about those baby teeth. Me being me, I can’t help wondering… if Peter Pan could keep his baby teeth, why not our daughter? Once those teeth fall out, the line in the sand has been drawn. There’s no way back. Your child is onto the next chapter…no longer your “baby”.
On the other hand, if those baby teeth didn’t fall out, there wouldn’t be a tooth fairy and the tooth fairy is so much fun!
Of course, the tooth fairy was quite a topic of conversation yesterday. Our daughter is a smart little cookie…an investigator who calls herself a scientist. She asked me whether the tooth fairy was real or just pretend. I didn’t know what to say but I didn’t want to break the magic any sooner than I had to. So I used an old strategy. I answered a question with a question and turned the tables back on her.
Then I issued her with a challenge: “You need to find out who the tooth fairy is!”
I could almost hear her mind ticking over and her mind ticks very, very fast.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“I’m going to set a fairy trap.”
I don’t know whether she set a fairy trap or not but $5.00 appeared this morning and she announced at breakfast that her $5.00 note had a special fairy wand on it. We hated to disappoint her but this was just an anti-counterfeiting feature and not a fairy wand at all.
She also mentioned that she found fairy dust on her as well.
Tonight the discussions continued. She wanted to set up a camera to photograph the tooth fairy. My very quick-thinking husband quickly intervened and told her that no one has ever seen the tooth fairy and it explodes or disappears if anyone catches it. He didn’t want to mention the beer fairy ad but that did provide a bit of inspiration.
Even after all this hard work, the tooth fairy’s days are looking numbered…a bit like the rest of those precious little baby teeth which are now hanging precariously, wobbling away with very enthusiastic assistance!
Meanwhile, it looks like our happy gappy could use a set of false teeth. All these gaps might look rather cute but it’s difficult to eat.
She looks like she could actually use a few false teeth to help her eat. It looks like she’s going to be a happy gappy for some time to come!
I guess she’ll be singing all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!