Toothless Wonder
Toothless Grin
The tooth fairy has made an appearance twice in the past week. My Thing 1 lost his two front teeth, proudly earning the right to stick his tongue through the gaping hole in his mouth.
He looks adorable and older and excited. Every time he smiles, I smile more and hurt just a bit. I can remember how hard getting those teeth were for him, rubbing baby Ambesol on his sore red gums. I remember how excited he was to crunch his dry Cheerios and how much he loved the sounds of the crunching between his brand new teeth.
He’s getting to be so real, such a tangible human. So much less a baby boy. This is a good thing. This is a good thing, I keep telling myself.
My sister-in-law, an ever-wise woman with one foot in the spiritual world and another grounded firmly in Atlanta, tells me that as children lose their baby teeth, they lose their angel-hood. They become more of the earth and less of the magical place they came from. They begin to grow their own spiritual roots and rely less on the ones they came into. I don’t want him to be more earthly, I want him the angel he is to me.
He doesn’t like his tooth being taken away by the tooth fairy. He wrote her a letter and respectfully asked for (a) money and (b) to leave his tooth with him as he just didn’t want to give away away a part of himself just quite yet. Maybe he’s not quite ready to give up that baby boy life either.
But alas, we put the shiny coin in his special tooth fairy pillow his grandmother made him and wakes up the next day, more toothless grins, coin in one hand and his tooth in the other.
And then he takes his tooth and hands it to me and tells me to hang onto it for him; keep it safe for him.
Will do, angel. Will do.
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Hooky
It was one of those days I couldn’t resist. The kids hadn’t seen Little Thing in a nearly two months, I missed my friend.
As I took Thing 1 back to school after the doctor’s appointment, I instead told the admin at school to send my daughter to the office. “Will Thing 2 from Mrs. G’s class please report to the office with her belongings?” I thought my Thing would be so freaked out, but instead she was dancing out of her class with her schoolmates yelling after her to have a good time “Playing Hooky!!!” Danm, I got nabbed.
So Hooky we played. We rode every ride, played every game and ran around like children should have the privilege to do. And it felt good. It felt so good to be a mom that let’s her kids play hooky every once in a long while to remind them and me what it’s like to be free and young.
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My Day in 140
It’s that point of the night where you realize you haven’t done the one thing you have committed to doing beyond the stuff you’re supposed to do.
So here was my day today in 140 character bits (and no, this ain’t cheating):
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The Best Six Years in History
At 8:36 p.m. and 8:37 p.m. respectively, 6 years ago tonight, my son and daughter were born. I went from being me to being Mommy and forever, my life suddenly had meaning.
This picture was taken moments ago, the second, moments ago six years ago.
Dear God and all my angels, thank you for blessing me with the greatest joy anyone could ever know.
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Thing 1 and the Tickle Monster
Thing 1 and the Tickle Monster, originally uploaded by Thing Family.
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Side Gigs
