It's Thursday night and your dad and I are downstairs watching television. He's curled up with his head on a pillow and gave me the good spot on the couch.
I've had a tough time today letting Eleanor run around. I wanted to hold your hand and make you walk on the grass and let me hold you as much as possible. My heart skipped a beat whenever you started to go faster on tile or concrete. The look on your face when you lifted up your head on Tuesday has been running through my brain over and over...
Was it the new shoes? Were they too big? Did your backpack knock you off balance? Did the boy behind you push a little too hard? Was there something, anything I could have done that would have prevented all this?
I know it's silly, but these are what I think about when you bite into a marshmallow and make that awful high pitched sound because your teeth hurt. You are all so strong. So brave and resilient that you amaze me every day.
I wrote something today on my Facebook page about your tooth and was answered by half a dozen parents whose little ones lost their front teeth. Naturally or through accidents. Made me cringe. What I loved was the one that said that there does seem to a plan in giving you kids baby teeth....
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