In this pocket you will find
A teensy, tiny tooth of mine.
So while I sleep where dreams are made,
Let’s see if you can make a trade. ~Author Unknown
Ever since Kyle was in the third grade, or there about he has been obsessed with loosing his baby teeth. He, like the rest of my family is a Late Bloomer. Personally I don’t think it’s a bad thing, always priding myself on it, it’s just the way it is.
In fact, I’ve told Kyle, he is lucky to loose his teeth later on in life, but he never wants to hear it. Especially, since it’s like pulling teeth to get him to brush his, pun intended.
On a side note, it took us years of bribing the kid and reminding him to brush his teeth, when he wasn’t with us, to do so. Seriously, years. Sometimes I would swear he didn’t brush his teeth all week, they were so caked with crud I was grossed out and couldn’t understand how he even tasted his food. To this day, he still has an issue with waking up and brushing his stinky breath, a habit that needs to be reinforced every day and inspected, a battle I refuse to give in to. If he doesn’t know he’s missing areas of tarter, then how can he correct it if it’s not pointed out? Leave it to me, I have no qualms with making him stand there and revisit questionable areas. Anything to keep his teeth as healthy as possible. I don’t budge on this issue.
Hygiene is not an concern with Kyle. His only concern is with the number of baby teeth left. You see according to his friends, he is the only one with remaining baby teeth. I get it, he’s in the seventh grade, but he doesn’t realize he’s very young for his class and put on top of that, he’s a Piper, all makes for a totally immature individual. (maybe I should lighten up on other acts of immaturity)
Granted, he wasn’t always like this. O no, at first, when I finally plucked out his first tooth, and yes, I yanked the darn thing out, Kyle was excited about the space between his teeth. Not to mention he loved the promise of the tooth fairy, which made the ordeal worth while, and of course the money that generally accompanies a baby tooth, all combined made for one happy toothless kid.
Although times have changed. A few weekends ago, as I was picking up my little man off of the bus, he sat proudly in the passenger seat and showed off another missing tooth. He wasn’t excited over having a hole where a tooth should be residing. O no! He was elated for knowing he had one less baby tooth, but then obsessed over the hole and when the other tooth will take its place. And so goes the vicious cycle.
Recently, it seems like Kyle is knocking down the count. Last weekend Kyle showed me a tooth that was barely hanging on. He has real issues with causing pain or seeing blood or the possibilities of either. Nope, instead he played with that baby molar, with his tongue, until it popped out. While working at my desk, Kyle hands me something. It was his tooth! I was so excited for him! I said, “Wow buddy they’re coming out in full force now!” He gave me the biggest grin and then informed me of the final count of those still standing. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the count but the numbers are dwindling.
Whenever the conversation of baby teeth comes up, Kyle comforts himself with the knowledge that his Gigi, my mom, lost her last baby tooth when she was in her early twenties, while working at Kennametal. It’s true, the dentist had to sedate her to yank it out. Mom’s a big baby too! Kyle loves rehashing that tale like he was there.
Nicole, Ryan and me all took a long time to loose our baby teeth too. In fact, I remember pulling out the few popular front teeth, but as for the rest, I have no idea when they made their grand exit. To be honest, I forgot all about them by the time I too got to the junior high. The posterior teeth were probably consumed with a meal, giving added crunch. I never cared about my baby teeth, at least not after I found out the tooth fairy was mom and the money dried up.
What cracks me up, soon this will be all over and totally forgotten about by Kyle. But until then, it is a focus of his, in addition to his video games. He needs to learn to accept the fact that he is a Piper, which is synonymous with late bloomer, but he is still having a hard time dealing with the baby teeth situation. I don’t want Kyle to rush growing up.
Enjoy life as it comes buddy!