Aidan’s front tooth is loose. I wish I could handle this stuff with a shrug and carefree attitude, but instead it is just one more signal to me that he is no longer my little baby, but a boy. So, I did what I always do in these type of situations. I cried. I also may have asked him if we could have a few minutes of hugs and cuddles while I worked the whole thing out in my head (and heart).
Yes, yes, I know. Many years of therapy await my children. I just can’t help myself. And yeah, I know the tooth has not actually fallen out yet. It’s only loose. I get it. Still didn’t stop the tears. And finally, yes I do hereby acknowledge I need help. Lots of help, probably of the professional kind.
But really - a loose tooth. He's all grown up! (tears.)
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