Monday, January 23, 2012

The Last Baby Tooth Falls

Last night my daughter lost her last baby tooth.

She is taller than me. She's almost 14 years old. And she's had braces since last summer.

But, that one last baby tooth hung in there. It was a molar, hanging by a thread. My daughter could twist it around in a circle, which was pretty nasty.

Then last night, she gave her baby tooth one final tug and it fell out.

All her baby teeth are gone.

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It might seem like no big deal, but it was to me. My daughter has had her baby teeth almost her entire life. But not anymore.

She's no longer a baby. Or a little girl. Or even a "big girl."

She's a teen. Almost a young woman.

From now on, she'll only have adult teeth. This is good. She'll need them the rest of her adult life.

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But, when that last baby tooth fell, I felt sad.

My baby isn't a baby anymore.

1 comment:

  1. When my youngest son lost his last baby tooth, I felt exactly the same way, Dara. It's bittersweet to know that our kids are growing old and we can no longer "baby" treat them like before. I bet they'd feel the same thing with us the moment they have kids of their own. Time flies so fast! =)

    Hertha Gearin