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Tooth Fairy, by the Skin of my Teeth

I’m rehearsing for my role as the Tooth Fairy, and I believe it’s my most important role to date.  It took the third tooth from my first daughter to firmly root the longevity of my performance.

I have three daughters. Wow.  That’s a lot of teeth.
PhotobucketA bit after supper, it dangled on lip’s edge.  Little and littlest sister looked on, Daddy had cold water’s rinse ready.  No tears this time, unlike before, only a bit of blood mixed with wonder of fairy travels.

Of course, middle sister Lucy was left out of her sister’s super-hero-equivalent impending encounter.  Since they share a room, I had to make sure one wouldn’t wait up to *meet* the Tooth Fairy.  I’d overheard at door’s edge during the last lost tooth questions, speculations and tidbits of tales overheard from friends on playgrounds, in classrooms.

Will the Tooth Fairy know who I am if I haven’t lost a tooth yet?  I wish I lost a tooth.

The creatively rambling part of my brain spoke of a cell phone carrying fairy that would carefully examine the nearby sleeping little sister’s mouth.  Upon finding lovely, sparkly white teeth the Tooth Fairy would call back to her fairy island

It’s true!  Everyone special lives on an island, Mama!

to ready the plot. I spoke of tiny gardens the fairies create,

Ahh, Mama, you mean like worker bees in a hive?  She has worker fairies?  Cool.

above each flower bed dangles a hand-carved sign bearing the little girl or little boy’s name the teeth came from.  Each tooth carried back, planted like a seed, sprouts the most luscious, unique plant.

It’s those fallen flower petals which blow in the breeze that become the fairy dust, delivered on pillow’s edge.

It was just enough fantasy to captivate the toothless.

Just enough involvement to make the one with the mouth full of sturdy baby teeth feel important.  She listened, eyes wide gripping her toothbrush with silent vows of exceptional tooth care.

Sometimes nighttime is a struggle with footie pajamas, just one more bedtime story, pleeeeease, and searching for a missing bedtime blankie.  Tonight it was a struggle of celebrating another tooth lost and another step forward in growth alongside a sister, not quite there yet but not left out either.

I’m off to shine pocket change and fetch a jar of glitter.  Cheers to the surprises that await in our dreams and under our pillows.

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  2. Emily 05/09/2011 at 4:25 pm

    Very sweet. Love the glitter idea, too! My husband and his older brother shared a room growing up and poor kid was scared at the thought of the tooth fairy flying over him to get to his brother! We’re almost to the tooth fairy stage at our house. Regarding teeth, I found this Mom’s Guide to Caring for Little Teeth to be helpful. (http://www.1dental.com/moms-guide/)

  3. amyallenjohnson 05/05/2011 at 12:24 am

    wow, I was lucky that my daughter had not woken up yet as this tooth fairy overslept and had to sneak in just before Rise and Shine time. The glitter may add a nice touch for the next tooth… what a fun story!