Tooth Fairy

Yesterday when Peyton came to the car after school yesterday she had the biggest smile I have ever seen. Now, just so you know, this is not a common occurance. Usually she comes to the car with someone who was not nice, a bad grade (which isn't very common), a teacher was mean to her, or not feeling well.

When I saw that smile it brightened my day and all over a lost tooth. I didn't even know it was loose. At her age, I was starting to worry that she didn't believe anymore. When she got home she called everyone she knew to tell them about it. She was excited about this and even wrote a note to the tooth fairy and wanted to know what her mom's name was.

Chris and I talked about it before we sat down to watch our favorite TV show and then we went to bed. I woke up this morning with no thoughts of the tooth fairy. Chris went into her room and came out saying "we forgot". Well, I guess I don't get the mother of the year award. I was devastated. How could I forget something so big. I hurried downstairs and got out the $2 that the tooth fairy normally gives and went into her room. I snuck it under her pillow on her bed. I felt terrible since she had made a table next to her bed with a table cover, her tooth pillow, and a letter to the tooth fairy. She came downstairs and was noticably sad. I asked what was wrong. She told me he forgot.

I told her that was not possible, to look again. That is when Jacob (her 6 year old brother) told her that the last time he lost a tooth, the tooth fairy left his money in a spot different than where he left his tooth. Amazing how he covered for me and didn't even know it.

That leaves me to how long to let my children be nieve. This morning it crossed my mind to just tell her the truth because I didn't know how long I can do this. Then I realized that being nieve is the best part of being a child. I remembered her smile and how it made me feel. How could I take that away from her. How could I rob her of what makes childhood so speical, their innocents. That's when I realized that isn't it my goal to be more childlike and more innocent?

How much out there that I don't know about, but I still believe. How I can live my life they way I am told by my father, just as my kids are by me. I can live as though I childlike and wear my beliefs on my sleeve. I can tell everyone I know about what I believe in (like the lost tooth) and know that he will come to me in the same way that a child believes that the tooth fairy will come to them.