Tooth Drama (Mostly for Momma!)

T started kindergarten two weeks ago. I'd say I handled it pretty well. He is right down the hall from me and I see him at least twice during the day. It really is ideal. I think to myself, I can handle this kindergarten thing.......even though he is still my baby. 

I was a little sad when he walked into his classroom with no hesitation. I was a little sad when I went to help him through the lunch line and he had already made healthy choices and walked away merrily. I was a little sad when a colleague said, "Wait 'til he starts first grade." Ugh. So maybe I am having my moments.

Then Wednesday happened. I picked up my guy from after school care and he had a sad face. I asked him what was going on. He said, "The pretzels were too hard and it hurt my tooth. It is wiggly but don't touch it." I was all like, whatever, crunchy pretzels, his tooth is not really loose. I gave him a big hug and we went home. 

Walking upstairs, he said, "Mommy, you can wiggle my tooth now." I looked inside and there it was.....his first wiggly tooth. Bottom front. It was out of place, leaning forward, staring at me. I was heart broken.

I've handled most milestones ok I think. This one has me though. Every time I look at him (which is at least 1,000 times a day) I think about that tooth. I think about the tooth fairy, and the next tooth he will lose and his first girlfriend and teaching him how to drive and when he will leave for college. I don't know why this tooth has such control over my momminess. It does though. 

I feel like stuff just got real. My kid is growing up. He will soon be a toothless wonder and I will be wishing I could stop time just like I have wanted to do for the last five and a half years.

P.S. I blame his teacher. :)