This morning, as I was eating my breakfast and listening to Leila chatter to herself (and perhaps me too) while she brushed her teeth, the peace was broken with a startled cry. All of a sudden she came running from the bathroom, panicked and mouth bloodied.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know this could happen!”
In a split second I went from trying to figure out how she silently smashed her face (there was no crash) to realizing she’d lost her first tooth. It took a few minutes of rinsing and a cool cloth on her tender gum, but eventually she transitioned from terrified to ecstatic. Just yesterday she was asking me when she’d lose her first tooth, and I was assuring her it would happen eventually.
I didn’t even know her sweet tooth was loose, and this morning was one of the few times that I felt I truly failed as a parent. It helped when I confessed my ignorance to her teacher, and she smiled and said, “That sounds like Leila.” When I was younger my preschool teacher said, “You have to really want to know the answer to a question before you ask Saba.” It seems my daughter is my exact opposite.
She could not wait to tell everyone she knew, so I suppose we are not that different. On the way to school Leila Face-timed with her grandparents to share the amazing news, and she wished we could be to school in “one second” so she could immediately tell her friends and teachers.
As for the tooth, we think it was lost to our plumbing system. I suggested Leila draw a picture with a brief note explaining the situation to leave for the tooth fairy. Of course I completely forgot that plan until after prayers were done. Thankfully the momentous milestone seems to be reward enough for our little one.