Now that very same tooth has fallen out and I'm in a state. Not about the tooth or the current economics of the tooth fairy but what this all means.
The little baby girl I rocked to sleep just a few months ago is growing up. The teeny tiny baby who wore onesies is going to be in training bras soon and sprouting hair everywhere. And I'm not ready for it. None of it.
There's a good chance Emma is going to be an early developer and I'm petrified. For her. I was too and I hated it. I remember getting my bra strap yanked by boys in my class. And not been able to swim in a gala because I had my period. When other girls were running around with their First Love dolls I was hiding my shaving nicks.
According to girls in my class I only had boyfriends because of my humongous boobs and trying to find pretty training bras for my not so large puppies left me in tears and my mom beyond frustrated.
It's a tooth I hear you say. Get over it. But it's not just a tooth. Not to me. It's a sign my little girl is growing up. She's getting big. Older. And I'm not sure if I'm helping her be wiser in an age that demands wisdom beyond her years.
Again I tweeted and realized it's ok. Apparently I'm not alone. According to a piece written by my dear friend Cath Jenkin about the onset of early puberty, statistically our children are developing earlier, on a global scale. You can read it here (apologies about the format. I'm typing this on my iPhone)
It's a tooth today. Not believing in Santa Claus tomorrow and finding birth control pills in her bag next week.
It is scary and I am looking forward to the day all the mommy bloggers of little kids start blogging about teenagers because it is scary! But, if its any comfort both my children lost their first teeth early, and both started puberty later than all their peers.
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