my little girl lost her first tooth over the weekend. she’s quite pleased with herself…a lost-tooth christmas tree, a lost-tooth frisbee catch, a lost-tooth bike ride, a lost tooth bowl of popcorn {you get the idea}.
but i find myself freaking out just a wee bit. i don’t remember feeling so strange about the whole tooth thing when my son lost his first tooth. perhaps that was because he had a two-year-old sister at the time and, subconsciously, i knew i’d get to experience this again. but here we are with my daughter’s first lost tooth, and…well…there won’t be any more first lost teeth around here. my little girl – and her older brother – are growing right before my eyes.
oh my.
sending a little love your way, m
Michelle GD 
the toughest part for me too…the letting go. i try to frame it in the light of embracing new and wonderful things {like you’ve said}, but still so hard, no?
oh, I totally know what you mean! My youngest has her first wiggly tooth right now, and when she came into my room, so absolutely excited about it the other morning, I was sad. Not just because she woke me up. Because it was a mourning again – of passing of time too quickly, in my opinion. How could this be ALREADY??? Weren’t you just BORN not that long ago? Anyway, that’s the toughest part of parenting for me – the letting go, the embracing of a new and wonderful stage.