When Brennan woke up today I heard an almost immediate, tearful, emotional breakdown coming from him. He had slept in a bit and my first thought was “no…not sickness before vacation!” Upon entering the room I found I too was sad for him…you see, he’s had this FRONT tooth kind of just “barely there” for almost a week, I was DYING for it to be GONE! Last night someone came over…a med student whom we told Brennan was a Dr. Brennan stood ever so calmly (far cry from this experience with his first tooth) and allowed him to just YANK it out…and in one pull, it was GONE! He didn’t cry, he was so excited! And then his Daddy cleaned up the kitchen and that napkin with the little white baby tooth got cleaned up too! No worries, after some looking, we found it! So that was last night, and even after all this excitement and worry would you EVEN BELIEVE…
THAT DANG TOOTHFAIRY DIDN’T COME!!!!!!
How could he? she?
We had plenty of explanations…
“sometimes it takes the fairy a few days”
“you didn’t get on the ‘schedule’ in time…you lost your tooth late you know”
“maybe there were just a LOT of kids losing teeth in the last week of school”
I felt bad…especially when he reminded me in the next tearfilled breakdown 10 seconds later that “he doesn’t get to celebrate his birthday at school…” his birthday is next week, school always ends a few days before his birthday.
I adjusted my morning schedule and was sure to get to the store, cookies, milk and cups were purchased and promptly delivered after lunch to a class filled with kids watching a movie along with “baby sister” he loves showing her off.
To my surprise he hardly said hello to me, didn’t hug me when he came to help pass out the cookies either, or notice his sister. He almost smiled when the kids sang happy birthday, cha cha cha and all, while he stood on a chair…and when all the kids said “thank you Brennan’s mommy” on my way out, he looked my way, but was too involved in the movie they were watching to wave goodbye or say thanks.
But I’m pretty sure he got to feel special with his friends.
And I felt a LITTLE less low about myself.
goodbye cute baby teeth that are too small for your growing mouth…
welcome (sigh) awkward smiling days where your teeth might be too big and you hate pictures and no longer know how to smile.