So … after snack this morning, A says to me “Mom, there’s something stuck in my mouth”. She’s standing at the sliding mirror doors for our front hall closet.
Okay. I go up to her and peek in, at first thinking it’s a bit of one the crackers she’d eaten, but it doesn’t quite look like a piece. I ask if I can put my finger in her mouth, and she’s fine with that. Feeling it, I realize …. it’s a tooth. A tooth!!!
She hasn’t lost any teeth, so this was a complete surprise! And then … the thought … “is this normal?”. Of course, I don’t actually say that out loud. Neither of her front bottom teeth seem loose with a quick inspection, and the tooth is sort of behind her bottom right “baby” tooth.
Naturally, I call my DH. Who I know is on course for work, but hey, this is important. He’s stunned, and we decide I’ll call the dentist just in case. Our dentist is amazing with kids, even though he’s not technically a “kid dentist”. I speak to the secretary who informs me that he’s away this week but they can see A on the Wednesday of March Break. Hmmm … my sister and her boys are dropping by then, so that won’t work (it’s a three hour drive for them). So it’s the week after that which I book.
But, thankfully, the secretary has been in the field for years. And she tells me that it’s more common than I think. And that if the “baby” tooth falls out on its own, then the one coming in behind will slide forward into its rightful spot. Usually. After hanging up, I give a better inspection to those front bottom teeth. Low and behold, the front right bottom one is a little loose. My girl is smiling at this point – it’s a big thing, and others in her class have lost a tooth already.
But my baby girl! She’s supposed to stay as my baby girl. Those are her milk teeth, and they’ve done so much for her! And it’s a step in growing up. Who said she’s allowed to do that?
My eyes misted over then, just as they’re doing now. My little girl. The one who made me a mom. I love her so.






