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The moments that change us.

I have been sitting here thinking about my blog and the variety of the depth in the posts. I haven't necessarily felt in touch with myself emotionally lately. Not that things aren't going on, I just don't feel like I've had much reflection or perspective on things that seemed noteworthy.

Then today happened.

My favorite five year old in the world lost her first tooth today. I got to see her reaction. I got to listen to her tell me stories of other people's lost teeth. I got to hear the dream filled voice of a five year old who truly believed that the tooth fairy would steal the little container I had given her to put her tooth in. I got to watch her slide her tongue curiously back and forth over the now empty gap in her lower teeth...relearning the feel of her mouth.

I realize that these are the moments that change us. The ones we go through without choice or prediction. The ones that take what once was and make it a place that existed only yesterday. The ones that are our firsts. The ones that matter to the people around us. The ones that get us in the heart before they get us in the head.

Losing a tooth is something everyone goes through...but the stories are all different. The effects are all different. And a first tooth lost is a big thing.

Once the tooth was out and the phone call was made to her mom I got a chance to think about what a big event it was...for all of us.

It's a day where her first child lost her first tooth. Where the smile that we've all been looking at as often as we can looks a little different. Where something new will replace something old. Where a beautiful child now has her story...her first lost tooth.

It was a big day for a child who wanted to have her mom by her side and needed to feel like it was okay that she wasn't...and her mom would come for her. And for the mom that did and needed to pretend that it was okay that the tooth popped out before she arrived...but cried because she wished she had been by her side.

These are the moments that change us.

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"It just popped out and it was in my cheek. And, well at first i thought it wasn't my tooth....but then I thought it was....and I spit it out and it was."
Growing up is such a beautiful thing...and so is witnessing it. It changed me too.

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