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Confessions of a Tooth Fairy.

Today was the day your moment of truth. You’ve been waiting and hoping to lose this loose tooth.

You could hardly believe it, you cried (with joy…) you danced round the garden screaming “Oh boy!”

In front of the mirror you examined your teeth, some gaps on the top and some underneath.

And then you got busy writing a note so that the tooth fairy would give you her vote.

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10 Ways to Rock at Motherhood.

Dear Mom,

I realise more and more that I am the Mum I am because of the mother you were. Here are some of the valuable lessons you’ve taught me along the way.

1. Believe in magic

From the time I was born, magic existed in my life. It was first revealed to me when you magically appeared from behind a fluffy blanket in peek-a-boo. I discovered it again in the tiny, glitter-encrusted note from the tooth fairy and the equally glittery trail that she left to the window. (Even when I realized you were the Tooth Fairy, I continued the pretense for the sheer magic it created in my life.) Magic was in the tree at the bottom of the garden, where the tree elves would enjoy the feast my siblings and I had painstakingly set up for them (they left crumbs and a very polite thank you note, suspiciously in your handwriting). I discovered that I could magically make people smile, just by smiling myself. Together, we discovered my inner-magic – my ability to do things I never knew I could, from traversing monkey bars to speaking solo in front of my entire school. I learnt the magic of envisioning something and making it happen. As I grew up, you showed it to me in more sophisticated ways. You showed be by achieving unachievable things yourself. My stay-at-home mom wrote books, plays, television shows and got them published – you showed me by your actions that I, too, could one day make obstacles disappear. Your mantra was always “Show me where it is written that I cant do this.”

2. Don’t follow the herd.

I am a passionate person. So are you. You taught be to stand by what I believe, whether it makes me popular or not. I can’t count the number of times I sat on your lap, howling and crying crocodile tears because I had been ostracized for not doing what the cool kids expected of me. You gave me comfort, let me cry and always told me you were proud that I’d chosen the high road that led to your lap, rather than going against my conscience in order to fit in. I learned that sometimes the cool crowd aren’t that cool…sometimes the cool crowd are really the cowardly crowd. You taught me that not only is it okay to be me, it is, in fact, the most important thing in the world. You were never part of a herd and you are fabulous. I learned that my quirks make me fabulous too. Read the rest of this entry

A special day

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. Read the rest of this entry
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