“Mom, I’m ready for this tooth to come out! Can you pull it, please?” Ugh! I was so proud that Friday night’s gourmet grilled cheese dinner with carrot sticks and celery spears was finished, both children were bathed, and things were going smoothly until my reverie was interrupted by reality. Why do I always have to be the one to pull this child’s loose tooth? I had a flashback to the last time this happened during our tightly-orchestrated morning routine. I survived – actually with flying colors; we even stayed on schedule! It reminded me that mothers can do anything and miracles still happen every day.
This time I tried a little psychology to postpone the inevitable. “Did you ask Mr. Tooth if he’s ready to come out?” Uh huh. (Of course he’d say that; I’d better try something else). “What did he say?” He said ‘yes.’ “Well, I didn’t hear him say anything; are you sure?” Yes! Note to self: Rationalization doesn’t work real well with almost-seven year-olds.
So I hunkered down and summoned the strength that only God can give (because we all know there’s no such thing as the “tooth fairy” – no matter what they may have told you…sorry to burst any bubbles here). Wielding the magnifying mirror so my son could witness being the science project of the hour, I got some spare cotton from a bottle of vitamins, folded it over, and told him to count to three. On cue, out came the tiny baby tooth. The cotton plugged the fresh red hole. My son was beaming. I guess I’m a heroine, and I’ve just earned an honorary DDS. All is well. God is gracious and kind. And Daddy will be home soon…
“For my mouth shall speak truth; and wickedness is an abomination to my lips.”
(Proverbs 8:7)
My Son’s Bedtime Prayer Tonight:
“Dear God, thank You for my tooth that came out, and for the tooth that will grow back…” That just about sums it up. Whenever something is taken away, something else – often better, stronger, and permanent – is added. May we all find comfort in the tooth of this matter…uh, I mean truth. 🙂
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