Nostalgia and all that crap
My son's losing his first tooth. It's been loose for over three days. I know this because every morning (and night) he gives me the report.
"Mom" opens mouth, inserts finger, wiggles three times, "Tooth's still there."
"It'll come out when it is good and ready." I nod. Sometimes smile. Sometimes giggle.
I suppose I should be somewhat reminiscent of his impending childhood. The one that with a blink of an eye will be pre-teenhood. Then full blown chaos (called full blown teenhood) and then adulthood.
But somehow this tooth thing, is only making me smile foolishly. He's growing up. I made it this far! I can survive the rest. And being that I have an 8-month-old crawling around, I need that reminder hourly. At least.
"Mom" opens mouth, inserts finger, wiggles three times, "Tooth's still there."
"It'll come out when it is good and ready." I nod. Sometimes smile. Sometimes giggle.
I suppose I should be somewhat reminiscent of his impending childhood. The one that with a blink of an eye will be pre-teenhood. Then full blown chaos (called full blown teenhood) and then adulthood.
But somehow this tooth thing, is only making me smile foolishly. He's growing up. I made it this far! I can survive the rest. And being that I have an 8-month-old crawling around, I need that reminder hourly. At least.
