The Swimmy came bounding into our room this morning fully of grins and sleepy eyes and simultaneously leaped on our bed and announced, “Mommy! I have two loose teeth! Right here on the bottom! Seeeee???!!!”
My heart sank.
I’ve been dreading this for months. The naturally planned destruction of her beautiful smile. I’m ready for a lot of things to come in her life, but this one bothers me. She will, in one moment, go from beautiful little girl to awkward elementary school girl. It’s hard to think about.
Husband always says to treasure the ages of 3 to 6. I think he’s right. I like Six. I’m not ready for Seven or anything that looks, smells or feels like Seven. Seven freaks me out.
After she proudly announced The Loosening of the Teeth, I MIGHT have pouted a little and asked her to stay Six for a little while longer.
“No, Mommy, I have to go forward. To Seven.”
“Are you sure? Couldn’t you stay Six?”
And then? she busted into tears and looked me dead in the eye and said,
“Don’t worry, Mommy. I’ll always be your daughter. Forever.”
Yep. That’s goin’ in the scrapbook as one of my finer Mom Moments.