Why is it that losing a tooth is so exciting? Especially that first tooth...the grandchildren come running with finger on the tooth and wanting everyone to wiggle it. Is it almost out? Will the tooth fairy come? Losing a tooth is a rite of passage.
I begin to think about all the teeth that have fallen out and all the rites of passage I've seen with my own children. Now, I'm watching my grandchildren. Seems to me that they grow up so quickly. Why can't time hold off for a while and let them enjoy the carefree days of childhood just a little longer?
Time...when you are young you usually have too much of it...too much time. Now, I can't seem to find enough of it. Is it a rite of passage, too? If it went by any more slowly could we as adults handle it?
Are you wiggling that tooth again?
Monday, December 28, 2009
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