Last year I was pretty much devastated when Nathaniel lost his first tooth. My baby was growing up!
This year I’m trying to keep it together.
But still failing.
Can’t I just bottle this moment and keep it?
Stick it in a Tupperware box and refrigerate?
What is it with me and baby teeth?
The story behind the image…
Nathaniel’s tooth was wobbly for a while. It felt as though it was never going to fall out. He’d been practicing some pretty impressive wobbly tooth acrobatics with this one too; flipping it in and out, twisting it around. You know, the stuff that makes your tummy tumble, but you still have to smile and say – ‘Wow – impressive!’ and ‘That’s so wobbly, it won’t be long now’. Inside you’re saying ‘Please tooth. Please come out! I don’t think my tummy can take much more of this’.
Nathaniel was worried it would fall out in his sleep. We had the conversation about what would happen if he swallowed it, and where it would go – nice. Luckily it all happened before sports day so that it didn’t interfere with all the running races Nathaniel was desperate to win. The life of a six year old is fraught with danger.
In the end it was no big deal. It just popped straight out. No drama. No fuss. He did sneak it into his pocket the following morning to take to school, and promptly lost it in the car whilst fiddling with it. We’ve tried to look for it, but haven’t found it yet and don’t expect we will now.
So why do I still feel my Mummy heart creating a drama out of this simple child milestone?
It’s become a symbol.
A symbol that I can no longer define myself as a mother of ‘little boys’.
My little boys are growing into little men – one is actually pretty big now and is fasting catching up Dad for height!
How grateful I am for ‘Living Arrows’ to help me document!
A Picture a week for the year is my way of capturing time before it runs away from me.
Now it’s your turn.
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