This boy had me crying tonight in the bathroom. While brushing his teeth, he showed me how loose his top right tooth is. He’s only FOUR!
Rewind to the beginning of December, at his dental appointment. The dental hygienist said, “Wow…this one is wiggling!”, as she cleaned his teeth. What?!? I looked. Yep, it was. He hadn’t even told me.
The dentist wondered if it had been injured. We couldn’t recall anything happening. After he examined it, he said he saw no evidence of injury, but most likely that was the cause. It could “tighten back on its own”, or he could lose it.
I hoped it would tighten back up.
But tonight, Owen showed me a little kid growing up before my eyes. So my eyes cried a little. He hugged me and told me “It’s okay…I won’t be a grown up for a very long time.” Then I tried to pull it together and not make a little boy feel guilty just for growing up. We talked tooth fairy talk instead. He told me he hopes she brings a dollar because he is saving all his money for tickets to see the Wild Kratts when they come to town in February.
But it is coming: the hole where a tooth used to be.
The hole says “I am growing up”.
At least I have a little more time to come to grips with it. And I’m gonna look at those baby teeth every chance I get until then.