Happiness Is...

Do you remember when the biggest worry you had was wondering when that first tooth would fall out, and if it would hurt?

I'm afraid our youngest had this worry for much longer than most of the other kids her age.

 She first became aware of the ritual of losing teeth in Kindergarten, where friends would proudly show her gaping empty holes where once teeth had been.  Show and Tell ensued and often a prize was given. Often recognition of this great feat would be posted on the wall for all to see.

Our daughter couldn't wait for that special honour.

She couldn't wait for this great accomplishment to be hers.

But wait... aaand wait... she did.

Kindergarten... and no loose tooth.

Grade one... and no loose tooth.

Half way through Grade two and still no loose tooth.

Finally one day she said, mom I can feel something in my mouth.
With one big Ahhh, we saw that another tooth was rudely pushing its way through.  

It was in behind the stubborn baby tooth, who didn't have any plans on relinquishing its place in her mouth.

The dentist was called and a decision was made.  That first tooth was going to have to be pulled.

You have never seen a happier child as this one right here.  

She was going to join the ranks of the Adult Toothers.

While she was very worried and frightened at the prospect,  she was also very happy to finally be stepping over the threshold to big girl hood. 

She did not shed one tear.

You see, she was no longer a baby... 

   and then... 

                                                                         her mother cried instead.

    xo