My Baby Boy has Grown Up

August 30, 2007

Timmy (7) came to me about two weeks ago and said, “Mom, I’m not your baby any more.”

Then he smiled and showed me he just lost his first tooth. (Sniffle)

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I told him a while ago I’d stop calling him my baby when he lost his first tooth. The next day he lost his second. I had forgotten what we gave the other boys for their first teeth, but he was happy with $2 under his pillow. The next day he said, “I asked everyone and they said they didn’t put it under there.” But he didn’t ask me. (We don’t over emphasize/play up the tooth fairy) That day he lost his second tooth and my husband thought the other boys got $5 for their first tooth, so the next night he found $4 under his pillow. It all evened out in the end.

So now I’m not allowed to call him my baby boy. Seven going into second grade seemed mighty old to not have lost a tooth yet. I guess I should be happy that I got to hold on to my baby boy for so long, but with him going off at school for the first time, I’m nostalgic for my little guy.

I guess I can still hold onto the fact while he’s not little in age, he’s still little in size. Though I am praying he’ll grow big when the time comes, and when he stands taller than me (5 ft. 3 1/2 in) I’ll be glad!

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Gina Conroy

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