We were out at Massadoah for the gorgeous weekend, and Zoe gave everyone (adults included) tattoos. Many people received multiple tattoos.
One afternoon, she was giving Noa a tattoo on her lower leg, and Noa’s leg was propped up on the table at a rather impossible angle.
“Zoe,” she said. “This kind of hurts.”
“Well,” said I, in that annoying way adults have of inserting themselves into a conversation children are having, “sometimes beauty can be painful.”
(Full disclosure, it was an asinine thing to say, not sure why I even said it.)
And then our amazing, brilliant, funny, interesting daughters had their say.
Zoe: You mean like in the 15th Century when women used white lead powder on their faces to look beautiful?
Noa: Or when a baby is being born?
“Yes, exactly, girls.” I said before I tucked my tail between my legs and sought out Buds to tell him what had just transpired.
No more offhand, psuedo-funny comments from me.
Yessa had been talking about having a loose tooth for awhile, but she finally asked me to wiggle the tooth, and it was reallly loose. She was only 4 at the time, so it was pretty unexpected!
At first she was very excited about losing a tooth, and being a big kid. Then, as night drew near, and we snuggled in her bed together, she began to fret.
“What happens if I lose it at night?”
“Will it hurt?”
“Will it bleed?”
“I don’t want to lose my tooth, Mommy.”
Then some tears.
I cuddled and reassured her as best I could, but like more and more things as the children age, I can be with them in their sorrow and fear and illness…and joy…but I cannot protect them, nor should I, from these things.
The next day, November 4, she was playing in the living room, suddenly turned to me and said, “My tooth is gone, Mommy!”
And that was it; No blood, no tears, and no tooth, but much excitement. She was very relieved, though we did have a laugh about it probably having been swallowed, and no way were we going to try and find it!