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.
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! =)
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