Well, the first tooth has been lost. We were at Erica's for a late playdate, and when we got there Emily had just been complaining in the car that her loose tooth hurt when she "bent it".
"So don't bend it" I say as I struggle to get Max out of the car seat and through the rain and past the puddles.
So we go in, she shows off the row of shark teeth and gets absorbed in playing with some of the kids. An hour or so later, out of nowhere, "MY TOOTH!" I guess she was wiggling it with her tongue and out it came.
Everyone oohed and aahed and made a huge fuss -- it was so cool. Erica provided a baggie, and in an hour or two (ASSuming she goes to sleep, which she has yet to do despite being in bed for the last hour) I'll go up and leave her a giant balloon, a Webkin, and a heart necklace. What can I say -- it's a big, and extremely bittersweet, milestone.
I don't know why it feels so sad. I suppose partly because Hannah didn't get to experience this, but I can just imagine how excited and proud she would have been if she had been able to. And the sense of loss is even stronger because this is such a sweet age and it goes so fast. The blend of little-girl princess imaginary things with becoming bigger and independent and asking big and difficult questions. It's hard to let it pass without a sense of dread -- I just want to keep her safe and happy and in that stage where anything seems possible in her mind. I suppose it's a way of holding onto Hannah, because that's exactly where and how she was when she left us.
I miss her so much.
