Baby Teeth

Sam is feeling sad this week. Sad because he has not lost a tooth.  I always told him I did not want him to lose his baby teeth because, to me, that was a bigger deal than him starting school.  It is the last baby thing about him and once he loses those chompers...he is officially a boy and not my baby anymore.  When he pointed out to me that his bottom teeth were slightly loose...and I am talking very slight movement, I made a big deal and told him to slow down and I dramatically faked a big cry and told him that I didn't want him to grow up.  He laughed and told me he had to grow up and that he just couldn't help it.  He liked to tease me and show me the wobbly teeth.

That was about seven months ago.

Those teeth are just a teeny bit more wobbly than they were before.  He is sad because he thinks every other first grader has lost their teeth.  He even knows a few Kinders who have lost a few.  Today he told me he is worried that Elise will lose her teeth before he will.  And that may be a valid concern.  He cried.  I hugged.  I told him when he is 90 all of his friends will be crying because they will be losing their teeth again and his adult teeth will be younger and healthier.  I tried to make him feel better by telling him it is because he is so healthy and strong that his baby teeth are able to last longer.  But mostly, I just hugged him because I know no matter what I say, he still feels sad that he is feeling different and left out of the tooth fairy action.  So...we will just keep wiggling those little, slightly wobbly teeth and hope they loosen up soon.  And we'll keep on hugging and maybe crying a little more but in a few months....hopefully we will have a boy with a funny looking smile.