This is a tribute to my husband and loving father to my 3
kids. This is an honest to goodness true
story. It happened to me (us) this
morning.
I was getting ready for the day, I could hear the kids
downstairs eating their breakfast and getting their day started, everything
seemed to be going smooth…until... I heard the very distinct sound of one of
them crying. I could tell it was my
daughter without even seeing that it was her.
Moments later, she appears in my doorway, crying, blood dripping
from her mouth. She had a loose
tooth. So loose, that it is ready to come out. She was sobbing at this point, probably
reacting to my facial expression. Loose
teeth are not my thing. I can be a good tooth
fairy, explain to my kids why teeth need to fall out, help brush them (when
they are in the mouth) - But show me a loose tooth and I’ll turn various shades
of white…Especially when they are turned sideways and go almost
horizontal.
She begins to inform me that she couldn’t go to school like
this – and for those of you who don’t know her, losing a tooth for my daughter
is an all day ordeal. We’ve been lucky
so far, these types of days have so far landed on a weekend. She sits in her room and cries about the
impending tooth falling out. As soon as
it’s out, she can move on with her day – but truth be told, some have lasted an
entire day. But today was different, today
is a school day and she didn’t want to miss out on learning (I kid you
not). So it (the tooth) needs to come
out ASAP! I come to this realization,
and my stomach turns. I knew she was
going to ask to unthinkable - Mom needs to pull this one out. (…or do I)
She gives me some tissue and I try to pull. Trying to stay
strong, I gave it tug - I have to say I didn’t pull as hard as I could. I was afraid if I heard or felt that all too
familiar pop sound, I may have thrown up.
I tried again, and again. After
the 4th try, she falls on the floor saying “only Daddy can do it, and
he’s gone!”
At this point I run to the phone. My husband works about a ½ hour drive away
from home. I looked at the clock, he
would be almost there. But I have
nothing to lose at this point, right? I
give him a call and hope for the best.
He gets on the phone and I tell him what has happened so far. He asked to talk to our daughter. Now I have to tell you, my husband is not the
kind of person who would normally turn around and come home. He would usually try and convince me that
this can be taken care of at the end of the day. I only hear my daughter’s side on the
conversation. It’s full of, ‘Yes Daddy’,
and ‘Oh Yeah Daddy’ and ‘Ok Daddy’. She
gives the phone to me and all I hear from him is ‘See you in 15 minutes’.
My husband comes home.
Well it actually looks like he is flying in with his cape waving behind
him – superhero like. With a tissue in
hand and his little girl on the chair, out comes this tooth and a smile returns
to her little face.
As he turns around to leave she runs up to him and gives him a huge hug - but not too long because our Super Hero needs to get to work and our daughter is already distracted with other thoughts...Like how much $ the tooth fairy is going to leaver her tonight.
As he turns around to leave she runs up to him and gives him a huge hug - but not too long because our Super Hero needs to get to work and our daughter is already distracted with other thoughts...Like how much $ the tooth fairy is going to leaver her tonight.
