Shhhhhh: therapy game is ON: Week 12
For the past several weeks/months, Big has had a very sleepy, jiggly, wiggly loose front baby tooth. Keep in mind, she is 8, and has only lost two teeny teeth (the lower front biters) to date. Big, just like the Mrs., is very sensitive. I have joked, “Big will need crutches before this tooth untethers!” Eating has become fascinating. All foods must be cut narrow and thin, to slide in on the right side, so as not to aggravate or exacerbate said upper left tooth. My shana madelah (beautiful little girl) was tolerating little cuts to her right cheek, trying desperately not to let anything come anywhere near the incapacitated dental vicinity.
Well, while on our family spring break, Little somehow gives Big some kind of unexpected zetz (a George Foreman like punch) in maxillary central…and don’t you know, both front baby incisors were now flapping in the wind like laundry on a clothesline. Oh the tears. Little and remorse? Not so much. We were all ferhklempt (choked with emotion).
So what do we do? Like all good Jews, we nosh (eat a little something). A few scoops of ice cream later, she was back and ready for vacation action.
Fast-forward a few days, add another zetz (from you know who), and Big comes begging me to end her toothy tsuris (troubles).
“Mommy, Mommy, please! Just pull them out! I can’t take it anymore!” I cupped her sad, teary face and said to my bubelah (sweet heart), “Honey, are you sure?”
“Yes! Please! Just do it!”
And without even a tug, with barely a touch, her two front teeth fell gently into my hands. I hugged her, we all cheered and kvelled (oozed with pride) over her bravery. A regular Merida, she was. This simcha (joyous day) will bring the much-anticipated tooth fairy here, to the Manor!
And as I welled up with pride, and looked through the tunnel, now fully opened in her newly formed smile, I winced with a venti-sized dose of shpilkas (anxiety/pins and needles). My Big, our first bubelah (sweet little girl), she is growing up.
Wasn’t it just ten minutes ago when she was born?
And there in lies my lament.
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My little one isn’t even two yet, and already it feels like he is growing up fast! It will be mere seconds until he is getting adult teeth, I’m sure. #FabFridayPost
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We really need to treasure every moment, which is no easy task at times. Thanks for reading and commenting too!
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It goes by so fast. Too fast, really. #FabFridayPost
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Beautiful story. What a brave “Big” girl. Some experiences are wonderful to learn through together. Thanks for sharing this moment. Your girls are amazing! 🙂
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Thanks so much Laura. I tend to agree. ☺️
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look at those tint teeth, so precious, oh it does feel like ten minutes ago doesn’t it! Brave girl xx
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Thank you for understanding. It makes me feel more normal. And thank you for reading and commenting! It means so much. Have a super day.
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As the mother of two “boys” 35 and 39 (yikes! next birthday = 40!), I can certainly understand your lament. Time does fly. Now I’ll be going through the same thing with my grandchildren. Thanks for sharing at the Blogger’s Pit Stop.
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Kudos to you! I’m happy to be invited Debbie. Thank you!
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Our last visit to the dentist suggest that if Ethan has any wobbly teeth then eat apples – to help it comes out. I think your girl has cope brilliantly. Love that smile 🙂 Thank you for sharing your beautiful post with usbon #FabFridayPost xx
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#FabFridayPost makes Friday’s even better! Thank You Su!
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Loved this one!
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Ty! Miss you all ❤️
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Ahhh. My big one is desperate to have wobbly teeth! I was victim to loosing a tooth because of a little brother (mine!) the tooth wasn’t even wobbly! #PassTheSauce
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Oh no. Did your brother feel bad?
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He still laughs about it to this day!
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Brave girl and brave mommy! I couldn’t do it, not in a million years, something about teeth…. erk! Big buddy has no fear about losing teeth (he’s a little entrepreneur, that tooth fairy cash adds up!) Mr. Mango has gone to all sorts of trouble trying to get em out whenever he’s begged that they are ready. String to baseball, string to door handle, apples, you name it. Meanwhile I’m shuttering in the corner barely able to turn and look, remembering how hard it was for me to deal with my own as a little one. Congratulations to Big, hope the tooth fairy was extra nice 😀
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Oh…we have had that too. I had to cut my child’s food into very small pieces so that he could eat safely. Love your writing – very different and refreshing. Loved the little bits of languages – I am learning! Thanks for linking with #PasstheSauce
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It is my pleasure to be here with you!
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