My family, unfortunately, has been touched by quite a few deaths in the last year. Some familial departures hit uncomfortably close to home. I will own up to the fact that for a bit I was an emotional mess. This is not something I chose to hide from my children. B is as oblivious as any two year old but E was a different story. She is my highly sensitive and ridiculously bright child. There was no soothing her sympathy tears with, “Mommy will be okay.” I was hurting and she was hurting and to be blunt together we are still adjusting to a new normal.
All of that is the long way to say I gave E the same speech I was given as a child about God’s “Big Book” up in the Heavenly skies. To save your time and my weak computer battery, the basic idea is God keeps a book with every living creature’s name in it. Beside each of our names in this Big Book of Life is a date. When that date comes it is your time to leave this world. Live each day as if its your last, yada, yada, yada.
Let’s now fast forward to the current drama unfolding in my home. It is not a struggle to accept death but rather my daughter pleading for an end of life.......for her baby teeth. E is six and a half and everyone of her baby teeth is still firmly planted in her gums. She really wants to loose a tooth just like everyone else in first grade. I mean she really wants it. Daily she swears she feels a wiggle, I double check and have to crush her dream.
This has been going on for weeks and last week I got to the end of my proverbial rope. My grasping for sanity sounded a little something like this:
Me: remember when we talked about God’s Big Book of Life
E: Yes
Me: Well, God even has a plan for your teeth, Ella. You will lose them when..*interruption*
E: Mom, save it, God does not have a book of teeth.
Me: How do you know that?
E: (roll of her eyes) Please mom. okay? Please.
She still has not lost a tooth. She has stopped whining about it. I am calling this a win.
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