![]() ![]() Well, perhaps her bag had a hole in it or something. “Mom, I’m really confused, about the Tooth Fairy.” “Why, honey?” “Well, yesterday she forgot to come and this morning there is some money under my pillow but the tooth is still there, the Tooth Fairy doesn’t make sense.” In the morning, our son entered our bedroom groggy and befuddled. So, the task unfortunately fell to Daddy again. Ethan was having trouble falling asleep and Mommy again nodded off before she could do her rounds. So, things were all set for the Tooth Fairy to visit the following night. Daddy responded to this announcement with a reminder that since we had just come through the pass near Bend, Oregon, full of snow with lots of stops to put on and take off our chains, the day before, that perhaps the Tooth Fairy was delayed due to having to put “chains on her wings.” Mommy gave Daddy a gentle whack under the covers, but Ethan seemed to accept this explanation. In the morning, Ethan came into our room and informed me that the Tooth Fairy forgot to come by. Mommy was asleep Daddy was on call for Tooth Fairy duty. So, it was one of those nights, recently. For me the Tooth Fairy and I dance together and exist simultaneously in the same body on those magical nights when a tooth has been placed under a pillow. ![]() Daddy has had to take on Tooth Fairy duty when Mommy fell asleep before she could be hosted. In case you haven’t figured this out yet, Daddy doesn’t believe in the Tooth Fairy.Įven though Daddy doesn’t believe in her, he occasionally has had to fill in for her over the years. He hadn’t completely 100 percent moved into the daddy zone. Yet, there was just an edge of doubt in his voice, and perhaps of hope in my heart, that he really wasn’t quite sure. That statement was met with the reassurance from my youngest that “I still believe in her, Mom.” But, mom could tell this wasn’t really true. This prompted the conversation with me that the Tooth Fairy is fairly sensitive and tends to stop visiting once her existence is questioned. So, our youngest had started to question the existence of my friend. Throw in a Tooth Fairy and it gets complicated. Then you have the taciturn logical, paragon of sobriety (my husband). I’m a loud, good food cookin’ and lovin’, friend of angels and fairies, wild woman. You have me, the very spiritual, Jewish Mama, Lay Leader for her congregation, care-giver of people (both those living and in need and those who have died and preparing them for burial). Since the Tooth Fairy and I share a common love of and profound delight in the wonders of the world, this was always a good thing.Īt our house, there is also the dynamic of two radically different people who are married to each other and parenting together. ![]() Sometimes, currency was used, and my children were left wondering about the identity of such a whimsical and unpredictable being. She really goes all out at our place, or at least she did. ![]() Letters from her to my children, reminding them to be mindful of the earth and thanking them for their tooth, pictures, books, magic stones, and also somehow she manages to leave behind the deeply wished for items they wanted. The Tooth Fairy, at my domicile, has never been interested in mere coinage. My daughter, who is 23, still has, the pink corduroy hand made sewing kit, with a maroon heart embroidered on the front, that she got from the Tooth Fairy when she lost her first tooth. My relationship with the Tooth Fairy has been a long one, since I started having children when I was twenty and I still have an eleven-year-old at home. My youngest when he still believed in magic. ![]()
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