At our appointment a couple of weeks ago, the hygienist mentioned that the Hurricane's two front teeth on the bottom were loose. She says to me, "They will be coming out soon." While Hurricane was just over the moon about losing some teeth, I am less so....like, a LOT less so.
It sounds silly, I know, but I'm gonna miss her "baby teeth" smile. Not only because it fills her whole face and is full of innocence and optimism, but because it means she is moving one step closer to being a big kid. She is the last of my babies, and she is the last of all those firsts...first steps, first teeth, first day of Kindergarten.
I know there are a million things I have to look forward to, and I do. I can't wait to see the amazing adults they will all grow up to be. I just wish they weren't quite so close to being those amazing adults.
As I get older, I realize that life is a series of phases, each with its own amazing adventures and occasional goodbyes. It's hard to realize how quickly they are moving away from me and into their own lives. I'm happy for them, but still a little sad for me. I push them to live life big, but I'd love to keep them closer just a little bit longer.
Soon, the tooth fairy will come, and I promise not to slam her lithe wings in the window. I promise to not pack myself into Girlo Two's luggage when she leaves for college. I promise these things because I love them, but I do not promise to not cry after the Tooth Fairy flies away into the night and Girlo Two drives off into the sunset.
|Easier said than done, Seuss...|