(Papa Stordahl, this was not a prompted response, he came up with it all on his own!!)
I know this is a rite of passage that every kid goes through, but there is something about this kid and his teeth that makes me kind of nostalgic. When I found out I was pregnant with Mikey, I was terrified, there is no other way to describe how I felt. It wasn't elation, it wasn't excitement, it was sheer terror. Yes, I know there are more virtuous reactions to finding out such great news, and if I knew then what I know now there wouldn't have been a problem. But in my feeble-minded attempts to plan my life out, kids were an option several years down the road, not when I was 23 and still trying to figure out married life and college and work and finances and all that jazz!
So Mikey came and we had the life-altering, world-upside-down-turning, but greatest- experience-ever of having your first-born child. Then all of a sudden, right before my very eyes, he started growing up, and changing, and learning and one morning he woke up with a tooth! I cried my little heart out. This precious baby of mine, who I had been so terrified of, who had come and rocked me to the core, wasn't always going to be a baby. It was an awful realization, one that I am reminded of frequently as they go through these rites of passage from one stage to the next.
Now this precious baby, who is not really a baby at six years old, not even a toddler, not even a pre-schooler, but a full-fledged kid, (and almost pre-teen to hear him tell it, where did he even hear that?) is losing that very same first tooth. He is excited, he has big plans for his tooth-fairy money, his mind wrestles with the all important question of whether or not the tooth-fairy is real, big stuff for a full-fledged kid. And I am still crying about losing my baby, and trying to relish every moment and treasure every memory.
So Mikey came and we had the life-altering, world-upside-down-turning, but greatest- experience-ever of having your first-born child. Then all of a sudden, right before my very eyes, he started growing up, and changing, and learning and one morning he woke up with a tooth! I cried my little heart out. This precious baby of mine, who I had been so terrified of, who had come and rocked me to the core, wasn't always going to be a baby. It was an awful realization, one that I am reminded of frequently as they go through these rites of passage from one stage to the next.
Now this precious baby, who is not really a baby at six years old, not even a toddler, not even a pre-schooler, but a full-fledged kid, (and almost pre-teen to hear him tell it, where did he even hear that?) is losing that very same first tooth. He is excited, he has big plans for his tooth-fairy money, his mind wrestles with the all important question of whether or not the tooth-fairy is real, big stuff for a full-fledged kid. And I am still crying about losing my baby, and trying to relish every moment and treasure every memory.
1 comment:
I am glad that I am not the only one who doesn't rejoice at new milestones, but cries intead, because it means my baby is growing up! :) It really does go by way to fast.
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