She lost her first tooth.
Aunt Wink wiggled it out. Which was fine by me because, frankly, I consider the whole affair to be disgusting. That tiny tooth is creepy, the bloody kleenex, the rawness of those gums... Whew. I pause in typing to shudder. ANYWAY! Yay! She lost her tooth! So the tooth fairy is slated to come that night.
Harper leaves this note.
She had informed me a few days prior to this that when the tooth fairy comes she takes the tooth, turns it into fairy dust, and sprinkles it over the child to ensure sweet dreams. Good to know! After Harps is asleep I run to Michaels and purchase pink tinsel glitter and teeny star confetti. Later that night we remove the tooth (bleh), leave the cash prize, and I go to town with the fairy dust. I went to sleep feeling so proud of myself.
"This is fun!" I thought as I smugly drifted off.
"I'm a great mom!" I congratulated myself with a small smile and closed eyes.
"I'm making a great memory for her!" I cheered for myself as I rolled over and slept.
Pride comes before the fall.
I awoke to, "Mom. The tooth fairy came. She went crazy in my room."
Harper went on to explain that it was just one small tooth which should have resulted in only a small amount of fairy dust. I had liberally scattered it across both of her pillows and the note. She was really put out. I sighed inwardly and thought, "oh well. It's just the stupid tooth fairy. No big deal." However, to my daughter it was a big deal. She called my mom and told her it was a "disaster." She told her friends that when she woke up she "almost said a cuss word!" It went on and on.
On Christmas day Aunt Wink wiggled out the first tooth's next door neighbor. Harper sang with great gusto "All I Want For Christmas is My Two Front Teeth" for all who would listen (mainly my Grandma Lord). Well, this was thrilling! Back to back nights of Santa and the Tooth Fairy who would surely redeem herself this time.
So on Christmas night Harper thoughtfully composed her second note.
|(Please do not make too much dust, but still leave a little.)|
You'll be so relieved to know that things went much better. I know I was.
The whole reason I share this long tooth fairy story is to communicate that Harper is the best kid alive. I am completely convinced of this. I couldn't love her more than I do. She makes the world an okay place to be. Her amazing spirit and happiness are what got us through this holiday season. She keeps asking when she is going to get another brother or sister. She hopes it is a girl because then she would have two sisters. This breaks my heart. She keeps saying she hopes it happens soon. In fact, all along I had been praying for a little one by Christmas, or by the end of 2011. There are only four days left. I don't think it will probably happen. That's not to say it can't -- it just doesn't seem very likely. Either way, I just want to say as we wrap up this season of celebrating Christ's birth, I do trust Him completely. I know that He is good. When I miss Waverley so much I can hardly see straight and my head is too heavy to lift up, when Harper cries for her sister and writes "I love Wavy" on a page she colors, when things feel unbearable, or when Harper cracks me up and fills me with lightness, or when I'm pretending to be a tooth fairy and getting bossed around by a demanding 5 year old, it's always the same -- God is good.
May the end of this year find you knowing the same. I just want to say it one last time. He is good. He is so, so good.