|1 tooth gone–now the wait for the Tooth Fairy|
My son, R, recently turned five. It was so surprising to me. I don’t know what I expected from his growing up–perhaps it wouldn’t be so fast?
One event drove home my lament about his rapid transition from snugly little baby and tottering toddler to 100% boy, one who loves Legos, knows all about sharks, can identify all of the birds in the backyard, and roots for the Patriots.
About two weeks before his birthday, R lost two teeth. They were the first of his teeth to come out. One fell out during school on a Monday (after weeks of vigorous wiggling), the second two days later (also a victim of the wiggle). That first tooth was traumatic. In fact, I burst into tears when R, upon my arrival to school to pick him up, pulled out the small Ziploc bag with that precious baby tooth inside. He was so proud and excited to show me. But I couldn’t help myself; the tears just started. I remember that tooth coming in; I made that tooth. Both of those teeth were, for me, a true symbol of my son’s growing up, of the official good-bye to infancy and toddlerhood.
The Tooth Fairy came both nights, delivering $1 coins, which promptly went into the piggy bank (his choice). And, R soon moved onto other five year old boy activities, including comic books and bugging his sister.
We move so fast, speeding through each minute and hour. But every once in a while, something–the proverbial yellow traffic light of life–slows us down and helps us remember to focus in on the wonderful and special moments. Welcoming the Tooth Fairy to our home for the first time did that for me.