Well, it is gone. Two days ago, among a series of tears and gritting of teeth, Little Man finally gave up his first tooth. It had to go. It was barely hanging on, the next tooth was growing in behind it, but even knowing that, he didn't want it to actually be pulled.
It was interesting to me as I sat in the floor holding him as I pried it out and talked to him - that I am like that. So scared most times of the unknown. That "first time" for anything and rather than listen to those that have traveled that road before me I would rather hang on to where I am by the last thread no matter what is pushing me out of, or along, the way. Then I find out, when I am finally forced to let go, that it really wasn't so bad, and the pride I have from moving on was worth the pain - and usually the view is better, too :D
So, I am thankful. Thankful for these small reminders. Thankful for relatively healthy kids. Thankful for God's continued patience and love for me - even when I sit kicking and screaming over something He knows is really the best for me - and in the end, I see it, too.
Just really, really thankful.
