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Another step in growing up has come to my Cowboy S. He lost his first baby tooth. This is a pretty big deal when you are 6 years old. Stuff like this doesn't just happen every day you know. He almost ate it, as it fell out in the middle of eating his supper. He couldn't have been more proud. Earlier in the day he had walked by me and said, "Can't talk now mom, I've got a tooth to wiggle."
He wrote the beginnings of this letter to the tooth fairy, and told me the rest, which I gladly wrote down for him. Before I go on, we banter about the tooth fairy with smiles and winks to each other. Parent and child both knowing it isn't real, but it's fun to pretend. As you'll see in the letter, he references to the wearer of contacts. That would be daddy. The letter went like this:
Dear Tooth Fairy,
Are you big or little? What's it like being a tooth fairy? You should ask me, in your letter to me, "What's it like being a little boy?", and I will tell you. BB. That's BB for buh-bye.
p.s. My tooth is very tiny, so don't forget to put your contacts in so you can see it.
Love,
S
Of course, mama had to quickly make a little tooth um.....pocket, for him to put this in. I didn't have enough time to make a pillow, with a fussy baby last evening and all. But, I did have time to make a little tooth pocket. I just cut squares from a VERY soft flannel, sewed them together. Then I cut the tooth pattern found here. I just glued with fabric glue around the edges of the teeth, leaving room at the top for a little pocket. Took less then 10 minutes, and was kinda cute.
And, in the morning Cowboy S found a dollar, and a teeny-tiny note written just for him from daddy the tooth fairy.
Miss Lady K wanted me to check and just make sure her none of her teeth were loose. Wanting to grow up, and reach the next stepping stone, just like her big brother.
What a priviledge it is to be raising them up, and watching them grow not only physically, but spiritually as well. Cowboy S accepted Christ as his Savior, at the tender age of 6, right before Easter. Now, you might say he's too young to really know what he was doing. You may be right. But, doesn't the bible tell us to have faith like a child? If nothing else, it was a beautiful moment on the couch between a tired mama and her little man. And that mama will be praying that they were not empty words, but words that were the metaphor for that first spiritual stepping stone, that will start the most important journey of his life. Walking with the Lord.
Blessings,
Joy
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