I can be a squeamish at times, I know. And now, so does Samantha. And she’s using this information against me.
I thought my biggest hurdle as a parent (at least in the early years. I refuse to think about teenagers, yet) would be vomit. Can’t stand the sight of it, smell of it, sound of it, nothing. Any one of those three can send me running to the bathroom to join in the fun.
I actually handle that better than I ever thought I would. The last time we had a bout of it (where I think Jake partook of the activity about 7 times in 90 minutes), I would get near where he was, hold my breath, close my eyes, and wipe the area on the floor with a paper towel. And yes, that is better than I ever thought I would deal with it.
There is, however, a rite of passage that is currently freakin’ the snot out of me. And the name of that rite is called, “Hey Mommy, watch me wiggle my loose teeth!” Bleeaahhhh. Freaks me out. It is cracking my 5 year old up. She thinks it’s hilarious. She’ll come right up to me, tap me, and start wiggling as soon as I turn around. I hate it.
I’m not sure why it’s so disturbing to me, but it is. The look of it, the sound (yes, there is a sound) of it, the thought of it. It’s just not a natural state of being for teeth, and I don’t appreciate this rite taking hold in my house right now. I know that I need to get over it. She has 20 of these boogers that are going to need to come out at some point in the next few years. And then her brothers will follow with all 40 of theirs. I need to get over it. I’m trying. I’m not having success.
It may have something to do with a recurring dream that I have. I dream that my teeth start getting loose, and then they’re all falling out. My permanent teeth. And it is such a vivid dream that I wake and have to make sure that my teeth don’t feel loose. I don’t have this dream too often, but I don’t remember a time when it wasn’t a part of my nocturnal library. And it is vexatious. (Yes, that is a fancy word. No, I didn’t come up with it on my own. Yes, I love using dictionary.com’s thesaurus so that I can sound smart.)
So, maybe the dream is the reason. Maybe I’m just a wacko. Whichever the case, loose teeth freak me out. My daughter knows it. She loves teasing me with it. I love looking for boarding schools to send her to. 
I once learned that loose teeth in dreams meant someone close to you will fall ill or die. And I have those kinds of dreams often too! I used to call my parents and sister to check up on them but now I think I should probably call the dentist instead.
Found a link that explains it all.
Dream Moods: Falling Teeth
Check out the analysis. I think I’m going with fear of being embarrassed b/c, well, that sounds like me! I don’t think the fear of loss of power is really me, b/c that would imply that I thought I had some in the first place.
That’s funny, but it is more freaky than you think it will be. I, also, don’t really enjoy the loose tooth thing. It seems like someone always has a loose tooth around here (and there are only 2 kids! Imagine if I had 6!).
I had a friend who had the same recurring dream. I had never heard of that dream before but I hear it’s quite common.
Oh, and thanks so much for the link!! I have been too busy this week to write much. Gotta get back to it!
Oooh…I can’t imagine 6 kids worth of teeth. Yikes.
Hsien covered this topic today. Check out the comments to see everyone’s version on this dream: http://www.cottontimer.com/2006/07/20/nightmare-of-losing-teeth/