My second oldest daughter—my five-year-old, my kinder-girl—lost her very first tooth at Mass on Gaudete Sunday. (Another cause for joy that day!) I wasn’t there for the event, because I had attended Mass earlier. (We currently “do the split shift,” as my husband calls it, because going to Mass with two-year-old twins is, well, too crazy.) But when she came home and showed me her new smile, she. was. beaming. She told me that it just fell out. And she was so excited to finally be able to use the tooth-fairy pillow that her older sister has been hoarding, after losing a total of eight teeth =)
I don’t think it will ever get old. Seeing your child for the first time with a missing tooth. How it all-of-a-sudden makes her look bigger. Another sign that she is growing up. (Sigh.)
This little girl of mine says the funniest things, too. And her expressions are priceless. Her current favorite Christmas carol is The Little Drummer Boy, particularly the version by Josh Groban, because we have that CD in our van. She could listen to that song all. day. long. When another version of it is on the radio (not a CD) and we happen to hear it, she always asks me with surprise, “Where did you get that?” As if I was the one who programmed the song to come out of our speakers at that very moment. I love those five-year-old questions.
Lord, help me to savor these moments, these stages. One day, they will be only memories. And we’ll be on to something else. Thank you for my sweet kinder-girl, her toothless grin … and all the joy she brings to my life. Amen.