Toothless

Sparky lost the first "big one" this week. It was the third tooth he's lost, but the first one to really make him look like a jack-o-lantern. Losing the two bottom teeth was cute, but losing the top tooth...well, now he's official.

As I held the little piece of enamel in my hand, I found myself flooded with a bunch of thoughts.

1. Wow, these suckers are strong.

2. Isnt' God amazing?? To craft each tooth...each tiny one and then to have a plan for new, bigger ones to follow. Nifty stuff.

3. Oh, how much we suffered for each of these!!! (Sparky was a dreadful teether!)

4. My baby is growing up.


There are plenty of milestones in life where you think, "Wow, my baby is getting bigger!" First steps, first day of school, so many "firsts" to remind us that this time with our children is fleeting. Soon it will be the first crush, first time driving a car. Oh my.

Watching Sparky navigate this year has made me realize just how fast the years are going by. I vividly remember him as a cranky, drooling baby fighting the pain of each new tooth. And now, he's an almost second-grader, full of energy and spark, living in a new home and making new friends. Wow. His 7th birthday is coming at us fast....in that same amount of time he'll be 14 and starting high school. Double wow.

I don't envy the tooth fairy---she must have to think these same thoughts a hundred times over with each house she visits. I'm glad I only have to watch over my own guys. Sparky is out three teeth and Catfish seems to have one loose already. Tres wishes he had a wiggly one so he could make some money. I'm just wishing for the patience to live in the moment and to be thankful for each stage and age.