A few days ago Sweet Boy had some fairly extensive dental surgery. An oral surgeon removed a total of 5 teeth to prepare him for braces next week. Two of the teeth were so badly impacted that the normally 30 minute procedure took close to two hours. (Yes, mom was a basket case.) But greater pain was in store for me that night. As we prepared for bed Sweet Boy sighed and said “Well, tonight will be the last time the tooth fairy ever comes to visit me.”
It was true. The surgeon had removed all of his remaining baby teeth. The realization that we were embarking on one of the last childhood rites of passage hit me where it hurt. My heartache hurt worse than Alfalfa’s toothache.
I then considered that perhaps the knowledge was a gift. After all, Sweet Boy’s sister had lost plenty of teeth and I can’t really remember the exact moment she lost her last baby tooth. I think for the majority of parents the momentous occasion passes stealthily by. We are perhaps comforted by hopeful thoughts of “Oh I am sure there is one more tooth.” Time then passes on, quietly numbing any growing pains a parent may have.
Sweet Boy is my last child. A true treasure that at one time we thought we would never have. So I am celebrating that I get to fully experience this last milestone. And oh what an experience.
My poor Sweet boy currently looks like a reining world champion prize fighter. He is softly black and blue and swollen all over.
Much like when he was a newborn. Sniff.
Thank you for your understanding in that it may take me a few days to respond to comments while I don Florence Nightingale garb.