He got his first wiggly tooth about five days ago. He’s been sitting idly by watching his older sister pop out teeth like popcorn lately. After each tooth fairy visit, he would do a check.
Nope. Nothing wiggling.
Poor guy. He so desperately wanted a wiggly tooth. And then, the other night… it was there. I went to help him brush and he had a tooth nearly sideways. He didn’t even know it. When I told him, the sheer look of joy on his face was just too cute for words. He was sooooo excited!
And so was I!
Then, I realized. The next day he would go to his Dad’s. For four days. And most likely lose that first tooth. Without me. I know it’s selfish. But I was unbelievably disappointed.
It’s the first time in a while that the ‘unfairness’ of divorce hit me again. Unfair that I may miss my son’s first wiggly tooth. And I’ll admit it. I was upset. Especially as I just LOVE the tooth fairy visits.
While the precedence I’ve set makes the whole process more difficult, I love it. Love telling the story of how the tooth fairy brings special little gifts. Because the tooth fairy is tiny and her little wings aren’t that strong. I love listening to the kids dream up what might be small enough for her to carry.
I love the tooth in a bag. I love the special placement under the pillow. The expectation of what may be and sneaking in, in the night to carefully pry the tooth out from under the sleeping head. I love discussing the order of finding the present. Will he wake me first? His sister first? Look at the gift by himself first?
I was downright bummed thinking I was going to miss it. This was one of those times, I really hate divorce. A time when I can get really angry about the parts of my kids’ lives that I have to miss. I know it’s my reality. And I’ve accepted it and feel we are really in a good place. Finally found a way to make it work well for all of us.
But not for the first wiggly tooth.
So, I was angry for a bit, (mostly at myself for being angry) but then got over it. And tried to make the most of it. Because, really, what else can I do?
I called each night. Asked for ‘wiggly tooth updates’ and did my best to stay involved. And the days ticked down with the tooth still intact. I’ve been searching for weeks to find the perfect tooth fairy gift. My little guy, the guy who barely asks for anything, is hoping beyond hope that the tooth fairy will bring him a ‘teeny, tiny garage to fit his teeny, tiny car in.’
Guess what? They don’t make them.
Yesterday, the kids came back. And surprise of all surprises, that tooth was still there! So, I encouraged him to wiggle it, fed him pears and had corn on the cobb for tonight.
Then, when I picked him up after school… he had the tooth in a bag and a smile on his face. I tell you, it made my whole year!
As I finish this blog, waiting to make sure he’s sound asleep, I can’t wait to sneak the ‘teeny, tiny garage’ under his pillow that I happened to stumble upon today. (Ok, so it’s a dog house, but it’ll serve the purpose, I know it will!) I can’t wait to see his face.
That adorable little face that now has a gap in the center bottom. I know I’m his Mom no matter where he is. I know I’m a part of his experiences whether they happen at our house or at his father’s.
I know that in my head, but I don’t always feel it in my heart when I have to miss out.
But for that first wiggly tooth… I’m so grateful I got to tell him it was there. So happy he got to tell me it came out. And so thrilled the tooth fairy happened in our house.
It’s true. There is something magical about the tooth fairy.