have never thought of myself as being a squeamish person. Growing up, I wanted
to be a veterinarian. I worked for one in high school and college, started out
mopping floors and cleaning animal cages and ended up assisting in the
operating room. None of it fazed me.
career path changed, but my strong constitution did not.
a mother I have been peed on, pooped on and spit up on. I have wiped bottoms
and runny noses. I have caught vomit with my bare hands. Voluntarily. I have
taken it all in stride. Pretty much nothing has grossed me out up to this
point. Until now.
kid’s loose teeth seriously give me the heebie jeebies.
remember some time ago a friend of mine posted on Facebook how disturbed she
was by her son’s first loose tooth experience. I chuckled a little and scrolled
on. Her son is older than my daughter, and I figured we had a ways to go before
we would experience it. I also figured I’d be fine with it when our time came.
was wrong on both counts.
early teether as a baby, my daughter also became one of the first in her voluntary pre-Kindergarten class to get a loose tooth. I was not even remotely
prepared. I found myself frantically searching online for Tooth Fairy ideas.
the next four days, she lost both her center bottom teeth.
sent my friend a FB message. “I totally get what you meant about the loose
tooth thing,” I told her. We commiserated for a bit, talking about how
disgusting the whole business is. I knew I wasn’t alone.
My daughter made a game out of taunting me with it.
is a new school year and my 5-year-old is now in Kindergarten. The other
day, I picked her up early for a doctor’s appointment. She ran down the hallway
to me shouting, “Mommy, Mommy! I have a new loose tooth!”
managed to muster the appropriate level of excitement. “Really?! Wow. That’s
she got to where I was standing and opened wide. The tooth was hanging out of
her mouth by a thread. Sideways. I almost hurled.
wonder when it will fall out…” she mused as we headed to the car.
Very soon, I
night as we ate dinner, she obsessively wiggled her newest loose tooth, which
we referred to as, “Number Three.” I was trying not to look.
as I brought a forkful of pot roast to my mouth she says, “Mommy, can you try
to pull my tooth out?”
appetite. And also? No freaking way.
eating my dinner, sweetheart. You should be eating yours. It’s almost bath
time. We’ll take a look at that tooth before you go to bed.”