Do you recall when I wrote this post concerning the idea of the next phase of Caleb's life that includes losing teeth? Do you remember when I said, " I've had my friends' children come up to me with excitement and say, 'Miss Chrissy! Look! I have a loose tooth!' and I just have to turn my head and tell them how wonderful it is. But I don't mean it."
Well, guess what I discovered tonight? Yep. That's right. The time has arrived.
Caleb told his daddy that a tooth of his sort of hurt. So then, of course, Caleb showed me. I put on my brave face...the mommy mode kicked in...and I said, "Well, can I feel it really quick?" He allowed me to do so, and I gently touched his bottom middle-right tooth. Sure enough, it was just a little bit loose. While I was feeling teeth, I decided to touch the middle-left one, too. I'm thinking it won't be far behind in the falling out process.
And while this was actually difficult for me (just like I thought it might be) I also felt a flood of emotion about the whole thing.
Yes, me. The one who generally doesn't become overly emotional about the growing up process.
But every now and then, something just hits me. And this particular milestone really doesn't seem like it should be here already.
Baby teeth. I remember when Caleb got his first tooth, he was around this age...
I can see his first two teeth in this picture. It was taken outside of our duplex we lived in...the duplex we brought him home to. The one I still drive by on occasion because it's where I brought home my first baby.
And I jokingly said something about this to my dad tonight on the phone. How I didn't like it that Caleb had a loose tooth already, and he said, "Yes, loose tooth today. College tomorrow."
But, you see...that's exactly how I feel.
So bear with me as I process this next phase of his childhood. And in the meantime, if you have a machine that stops time, I'd like to borrow it.