Every now and then, something sneaks up on me with a reminder that I’m somebody’s Mother. Obviously, I’m here taking care of my three kids every single day, it’s not as though I forget. But I think it’s the milestone moments, especially the ones that I actually remember from my own childhood, that provide the extra jolt to my awareness. I can picture myself as the kid in that situation, I can picture my own mom, that image I have of what a MOM is. And now, here I am. The mom, not the kid.
Daniel has his first loose tooth. Two of them, in fact. The bottom middle pair are both wiggling, not surprising since those were the two that came in within a week of each other when he turned six months old. I have no idea how long it will take them to come out all the way, but either way, we have now entered the world of losing teeth. When did my kids get old enough for this? When did I?
Existential crisis aside, please talk to me about what you do about the tooth fairy in your house. I don’t intend to make a HUGE deal out of it, but I think it’s a fun tradition. And no, I will not be forking out more than a dollar per tooth. And no, I will not be KEEPING the teeth. Eew.
But tell me, friends, is there anything I should know before I ready my fairy wings?