This morning Miss M came to me, as she does every morning, and asked me to check to see if any of her teeth are wobbly. You see – for the last 18 months she has been watching all her friends begin to lose teeth and get visited by the tooth fairy but her teeth have remained firmly ensconced. This has been a MAJOR source of angst for my little lady who is so desperate to have the longed-for tooth fairy experience. Even a special note written by the tooth fairy herself and covered in fairy dust, assuring Miss M that her teeth are the most special and being saved for last, didn’t do much to dull the yearning.
Well today, when I did the routine wobbly-tooth check, what did I find but a REAL ACTUAL DINKUM TRUE BLUE wobbly tooth. I yelled out excitedly that she was now the proud owner of her first wobbly tooth. If I could bottle the look of pure, unadulterated joy on her face, I’d have a source of happiness to last forever. She ran to fetch a mirror and held it in front of her mouth and asked me to please wobble her tooth for her so she could see. When she saw it for herself, she began to jump for joy. Literally. This kid was jumping round the house, giggling, yelping, literally bouncing off the walls with happiness.
I sat and watched this moment. Really took it in. Took the time to completely experience this. Because I know this is a once in a lifetime moment. I know that one day this innocence will be gone. Some kid will inform her that there is no tooth fairy, wobbly teeth will become passe, and before I realise what’s happening, she’ll be grown up.
But for today, I have an innocent, delightful little girl, enjoying her first wobbly tooth. And I, for one, intend to tap in to the moment and enjoy the ride.
What a privilege it is to be her mummy.
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