There's something about going through milestones with your last child.
The last time you'll see them roll over for the first time, take their first bite of food, make their first step...and now our youngest is about to lose her first top tooth.
She's lost a tooth before. She yanked her two bottom teeth out faster than you could say, "Pixie Dust". She was so excited to put them under her pillow and wait for the Tooth Fairy, we thought she'd never fall asleep that night.
This is one of her top teeth though. The ones that officially change the way your "baby" looks, and signifies them morphing into a big kid. When those little teeth are gone and the permanent ones take their place, it's impossible not to notice how the oversized, gawky Jack-o-Lantern grin emerges from what was once a sweet little smile.
Even though I'm not ready for her teeth to go, it's time. Scratch that, it's beyond time. It's like, hanging by a thread, wiggling when she talks time...but she won't pull it.
Adam and I have offered to pull it. Her brothers have begged to pull it, only to have their tight lipped little sister shake her head with her determined arms crossed, no.
As she brushed her teeth this morning, I noticed how she went around the front tooth, being careful not to touch it.
"Lauren, what are you doing? You need to brush your front tooth."
"But Mommy, I can't" she spit through her brush.
"Why can't you?"
"Because it might come out."
Becoming somewhat frustrated, I finally decided to ask.
(It's amazing what you learn when you ask a child a simple question.)
"Baby, why won't you pull your tooth? Are you afraid? You've already lost two teeth and that wasn't so bad, right?"
Shaking her head, she carefully wiped her mouth, "No, it's not that".
"You're not afraid? Then why won't you pull it?"
"Because it's Tuesday."
(what?)
"Tuesday? I don't understand."
Looking at me with wide eyes, she continued, "I have to wait until Saturday, Mommy. That's the day I'll pull my tooth. It can't be until then, so I have to keep it safe."
She was as serious as she could be, "Baby girl, why do you have to wait until Saturday?"
Turning to get her clothes for school, she simply nodded, "Because on Saturday, I can put it under my pillow and the Tooth Fairy will come. It's the one night of the year the Easter Bunny will be here, too, and that way they can finally meet. I think they'd really like each other."
With that, she was gone.
I stood, speechless and smiling at the mind of a child. I realized then, no matter how many "firsts" we think we'll miss experiencing with our children, that will never be the case.
Each and everyday will have plenty of firsts, both good and bad, with everything in between.
And sometimes...if we're very, very lucky, their hearts will bring firsts for those of us, too.
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The last time you'll see them roll over for the first time, take their first bite of food, make their first step...and now our youngest is about to lose her first top tooth.
She's lost a tooth before. She yanked her two bottom teeth out faster than you could say, "Pixie Dust". She was so excited to put them under her pillow and wait for the Tooth Fairy, we thought she'd never fall asleep that night.
This is one of her top teeth though. The ones that officially change the way your "baby" looks, and signifies them morphing into a big kid. When those little teeth are gone and the permanent ones take their place, it's impossible not to notice how the oversized, gawky Jack-o-Lantern grin emerges from what was once a sweet little smile.
Even though I'm not ready for her teeth to go, it's time. Scratch that, it's beyond time. It's like, hanging by a thread, wiggling when she talks time...but she won't pull it.
Adam and I have offered to pull it. Her brothers have begged to pull it, only to have their tight lipped little sister shake her head with her determined arms crossed, no.
As she brushed her teeth this morning, I noticed how she went around the front tooth, being careful not to touch it.
"Lauren, what are you doing? You need to brush your front tooth."
"But Mommy, I can't" she spit through her brush.
"Why can't you?"
"Because it might come out."
Becoming somewhat frustrated, I finally decided to ask.
(It's amazing what you learn when you ask a child a simple question.)
"Baby, why won't you pull your tooth? Are you afraid? You've already lost two teeth and that wasn't so bad, right?"
Shaking her head, she carefully wiped her mouth, "No, it's not that".
"You're not afraid? Then why won't you pull it?"
"Because it's Tuesday."
(what?)
"Tuesday? I don't understand."
Looking at me with wide eyes, she continued, "I have to wait until Saturday, Mommy. That's the day I'll pull my tooth. It can't be until then, so I have to keep it safe."
She was as serious as she could be, "Baby girl, why do you have to wait until Saturday?"
Turning to get her clothes for school, she simply nodded, "Because on Saturday, I can put it under my pillow and the Tooth Fairy will come. It's the one night of the year the Easter Bunny will be here, too, and that way they can finally meet. I think they'd really like each other."
With that, she was gone.
I stood, speechless and smiling at the mind of a child. I realized then, no matter how many "firsts" we think we'll miss experiencing with our children, that will never be the case.
Each and everyday will have plenty of firsts, both good and bad, with everything in between.
And sometimes...if we're very, very lucky, their hearts will bring firsts for those of us, too.
Please Remember to CLICK BELOW TO VOTE Each Day! XO
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