Still just wigglin'!Yes, today Evan came home from school with his first baby tooth in a baggie. Where has time gone? When we moved here, he had no teeth (they were a little late). Now he can be a bona fide Halloween jack - o' - lantern if I painted his face orange. How is it my baby boy is suddenly looking like something that does NOT resemble a baby? Am I truly packing his back pack and sending him off to school - ALL DAY?!? What happened to my endearing drooling "Bo-bah" who was counting at me in languages (first couple of days I thought it was new gibberish - turns out it was Spanish and Tagalog). Where has time gone? I know that he has a baby sister, and four older siblings that I've had gut-checks on before - but Evan is my baby boy...
Fear in labor and the ultimate joy of his birth...the chapped cheeks pinkened from his never ending supply of drool...his first head bashing on the kitchen table...cheering him through his first steps to the "other baby" in the mirror...the kick in the gut and helplessness while holding him through his first grand mal seizure...the fantastic realization that his mind is absolutely amazing...watching too short legs try to climb onto the school bus for kindergarten...hearing him struggle to breathe through his near respiratory arrest episode...watching him solve a video game in about 5 hours...
While watching that first baby tooth wiggle and seeing the sheer joy in his face coming up the stairs clutching his precious cargo, I had a "moment"...for in that baggie nestled within the rough school paper towel was the absolute certainty of the Tooth Fairy. Childhood beliefs that they lose so quickly - reminding their parents that true childhood is indeed fleeting, leaving us reeling with the realization that the speed limit on the road from Infant to Young Adult is faster than any of us truly want...as evidenced by the 17th birthday of our oldest tomorrow.
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Someone having a hard time letting her baby grow up? We all have those "moments", and in those moments their is also a sense of pride. He has to be so excited over his tooth, he's been working on it for awhile.
It is hard to let our babies grow up. And there are certain moments in life when the reality of this smacks us right in the face!
Yeah, and wait until he has children of his own...........
oh....not so fast!! Tagalog? Where is your husband from? Phillipines?
My husband doesn't speak Tamil to Isabelle...and oh I wish he did so she could not be as horrifically monolingual as the rest of us Americans!!
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