So, after the freak out yesterday (and the day before, and the day before that…), my daughter lost her first tooth! Gross, I know.
But pretty cool, too. You can see some of my thoughts on it here at Play Library. It is amazing, because it was almost 5 years ago to the week (give a week or two) that the tiny little thing first made its way into her smile. I’d have to double check her baby book to make sure it’s the same tooth. (No, I don’t have her brothers’ dental histories documented quite as well. Yes, I do often feel guilty about it.)
It wasn’t quite so gross then. I do remember it causing her pain (and a little fever, a runny nose, and raw tushy). It pained her a little this time, but I think the pride she felt over losing it more than made up for the pain. You see, she already has a few friends who have lost a few teeth. Older friends. Way older. Like, one’s a few months older and one’s almost a year older. I think this makes her feel like she’s catching up with them.
I don’t really want her to catch up. I want her to stay my little girl. But reality is that she is growing up and getting older. And reality is smiling at me and mocking me with a gap-toothed grin.
