Ok, so Mr. 7 lost his tooth yesterday which he was super excited about.
Sure, I was happy for him but hey, he’s number two and I’ve kind of gotten over the tooth fairy thing as my daughters almost lost all her teeth now.
Plus I was distracted by a couple of other things…lingering thoughts about my husband’s two week work trip, a few workshops and retreats that were coming up – two of which I’d managed to double book. Suffice it to say, my mind was elsewhere.
And Mr. 7 is a fairly quiet boy who simply trusts that the Universe will do as it should, so he didn’t make too much of a fuss about the toothfairy. He simply popped his tooth in the little orange plastic treasure chest the school had given him, slipped them under his pillow and quietly (more than usual), went to bed.
I.e., NO REMINDER FOR ME.
I hardly ever work in the evenings, but needed to finish up on some admin tasks for the biz, so again, with my focus elsewhere, I spent that evening at my kitchen desk sortying stuff out.
And then, off to bed I went – later and slightly more tired than usual.
And the sun rose.
Well, guess what?
The toothfairy didn’t make it!!
This is the ultimate self-induced guilt-trip moment! When your 7 year old wakes with a stretch, only to leap upon his pillow and check with bright anticipation for his very first tooth fairy money.
“Mom,”, he said quietly (and sadly) as I scrimmaged to get his clothing out of his drawers. “Mom, she didn’t come?”
“Who, honey?” said a distracted Mom surviving day 2 of her single motherhood.
And he didn’t have to finish the sentence.
I was in QUICK SAVE mode.
“Are you sure, honey?” I yelled back at him as I fled down the stairs to find my wallet. Where was my bloody wallet?!
Bloody tooth fairy.
“Yes”, he said still a bit hazy but clearly extremely disappointed and confused.
I scrummaged through my wallet secretly and as quietly as possible in the next room. Two dollars should do.
“Ok”, I whispered to myself confidently. I can do this. I can save this.
“Ok. Let’s look properly.”
“She may have gotten confused since you sometimes sleep with your head at one end, and other nights at another”. This is a one of his truisms.
“But first I think you should check inside the pillowcase VERY carefully. Sometimes she’s a bit tricky like that.”
So, you guessed it…while he was very carefully looking for his tooth treasure, I slipped my two dollars under Baxter, his basset hound stuffed puppet. Phew.
“It’s not here, Mom”. He said.
“Ok, no worries hun. Now why don’t you have a look at this end of the bed since sometimes you sleep with your head over here.
“Ok, he said obediently. I could feel his hope levels rising again.
“No, Mom, it’s not here.”
“WHAT?!” I mean, “what, darling?”
He is a notoriously bad finder (a genetic trait from his father’s side).
“Let me help you.” I rummaged.
“Look, it’s under Baxter”, I said.
“Oh!!” he said with delight. He looked at the money, counted the bills. Looked under Baxter again. “Two dollars…”, he sighed.
And I’m not sure if at this point the guilt inside me was speaking or if his sigh was actually one of disappointment .
What’s two dollars these days? I said to myself. Life is expensive. It’s his first tooth, for God’s sake. Come on Alex.
And so, I rushed back to my wallet in the other room, dished out 4 quarters and another dollar bill. Four dollars – that’s more with the times, I thought.
Content enough, he was checking his treasure chest to see if that nasty little Tooth Fairy had taken his tooth, or not.
“She didn’t take my tooth”, he said.
“Oh, she doesn’t always do that anymore”, I said. “She hasn’t taken Mia’s last four or five teeth, I don’t think.” I said allowing the guilt to begin to take me over with the recognition that I had forgotten to provide financial support to the toothfairy for my daughter – now 10 – and her last 4 or 5 teeth. Bad Mom!
And as he closed his little treasure chest, I choved the additional two dollars inside Baxter’s puppet pouch.
“Hey!” I said enthusiastically, “Check this out! There’s more money INSIDE Baxter”.
“Really!!” Now he was excited. “More money?” And he jumped onto Baxter to find his second tranche of money.
He was excited.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“MIA!!! I got four dollars from the tooth fairy!!” he called out as he ran out of the room.
She was gracious, considering how neglected her last tooth losses had been.
I think she’s sort of figured out that forgetful Mom and the toothfairy don’t always work in synchronicity.
I can live with that. I’ll get her an ice-cream tomorrow.