If you follow me on Instagram, you already know that we had an exciting day last Friday. The day began as any average, quiet morning in our household, with our 6-year-old throwing a fit. I don’t recall what he was upset about — maybe he wanted donuts for breakfast? He had run into his bedroom and was on the floor crying.
As I walked into his room, he raised his red, teary face at me. I smiled and became excited. “Wow! Look at you! Hurry! Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror!” His demeanor changed immediately as he got up and trotted off to the bathroom. He was looking in the mirror, as I exclaimed, “Smile! Look at you! You’re so big!” And then he saw it!
My baby boy lost his first tooth! And he didn’t even know it! We rushed around looking for the lost tooth because — there’s money in that, you know? He quickly found it on the floor where he had been crying just moments before. We didn’t even realize the tooth was loose! Since his other
tooth was loose, Dad pulled it too. 
When my baby boy came to live with us at 8 months old, those bottom two teeth were the only teeth he had. For me it’s a particularly bittersweet moment for the loss of those two teeth are also a loss of my baby boy that isn’t a baby anymore. This baby boy changed our lives immediately. One phone call on March 4, 2008 changed the lives of so many.
Those two teeth were the link to his past life. There is nothing now left from his former life (except Blankie). Today, I think of his birthmom and her incredible loss of such an amazing son. Has she finally overcome her addiction? I pray for her and birthmothers everywhere.
Our boy placed his teeth under his pillow for the Tooth Fairy with a tooth holder like this one on Amazon:
It had belonged to his 21-year-old Bubba.
$5 for 2 teeth. It appears the Tooth Fairy didn’t have change.
Do you follow our adventures on Instagram? All the cool kids are!
