Before he was even born, I dreaded it. Once the first one popped up, I knew it was inevitable. Sure, he’s already lost bottom teeth but
there’s just something about those top ones.
He has such tiny little teeth to start with. Practically worn down to nubs, like tiny
Indian corn kernels. I blame it on all
that “woo-chewing” as a youngster. Don’t
be concerned- ‘woo’ is a small security blanket with an Eyeore head sticking
out the corner. Ross couldn’t keep it
out of his mouth. It smelled worse than most
body functions smell, but we don’t need to dwell on that.
Sunday afternoon Ross was struck with severe tooth
pain. The tooth was loose and its time
had come.
I felt nostalgic during our final moments with all his top
teeth intact, so like any good mom I went straight for my camera to forever
capture the moment. Like a right of
passage for all 7-10 year olds, he would be entering the next phase of
childhood. One I call, 'The awkward -face phase.' His little corn kernel teeth would be leaving
us, only to be replaced with chunky Chick-lits until his face has a chance to grow into them.
Suddenly, he will transform from my little boy, into a
big kid with big teeth.
Oh who am I kidding, my little boy will always be my little
boy, chunky teeth and all.
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