This evening, after dinner (and dessert of a sweet strawberry donut) for Big Bee, she suddenly exclaimed "Mummy, one of my teeth is coming out!"
I bolted out of my seat immediately and went to inspect her tooth. True enough, her lower right centre tooth was wobbling ever so slightly! We gazed at each other in wonder - Big Bee's expression of surprise was tinged with worry and uncertain fear, mine with pride and happiness.
For this is a milestone indeed! The first milk tooth to be discarded and delivered to the lengendary and elusive tooth fairy! This marks a certain maturity in Big Bee, and I scrutinized Big Bee's troubled face with a roller-coaster concoction of emotions: pride, bittersweetness, joy, happiness, worry (about whether I need to physically pluck out stubbornly wobbly teeth, ewww!).
My first baby girl has stepped up another notch in her journey to independence. One part of me rejoices at the speed of her growing up. Another more melancholic part worries at the aspect of her leaving the shelter and comfort of my protection, growing up to live her own life and dreams.
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