While hanging out at our house my daughter's friends loose tooth comes out. Good for her! We put it into a plastic zip-top bag and she puts it in her pocket. As the day goes on my daughter asks if her friend could have a sleep-over ('Again?!', I'm thinking. We should just get her her own bed. She's been with us so much she's like our 3rd daughter!)
After the familiar dancing, laughing, fits and fights the girls finally wind down and fall asleep. My husband and I thought it would be nice if we shared with this young girl what we have done for our children regarding The Tooth Fairy. We print out a certificate, add some fancy hand-writing of 'Congratulations', 'Good job', stuff like that, then fold it up nicely with a dollar bill and slip in under the pillow while we remove the plastic bag with the tooth in it. Sweet and simple.
As I was making the switch this young girl rustled. I quickly dropped to my knees and stayed quiet until I felt the coast was clear. Whew. Being on Tooth Fairy duty can be risky.
The next morning, after breakfast, my daughter and her friend asked me to come talk with them in the Living Room. My daughter pats the couch cushion beside her as a gesture of "Sit next to me Mom". After I sit down I ask 'What's up?'. My daughter says "I know you're the Tooth Fairy Mom". Wha'???
I look at her friend who has a huge smirk on her face. My daughter says "It's OK Mom. Really." I had to look away. I was just so sad. And pissed. I turned back to hear this friend say "I saw you. I was awake." *smirk*smirk*
My head was flooded with 'What do I say?' and 'How do I recover?' My daughter said, "Mom, really, think about it. A little fairy? Trying to carry a huge molar?" I know. I know. And I'm sure that my oldest has known for quiet some time. The thing that gets me, what makes me livid, is that her friend ratted me out.
My husband and I had a guest in our home and since she was going through a bit of a transition we thought we would extend a courtesy, share something fun that we do as a family, with this young girl. And what does she do? She shares what she knows with my daughter.
I had to walk away. I was just so sad. I knew I was being unreasonable, but I was so mad. I went to my husband and told him what happened. He was sad too. He said "Well, we had a good run."
We extended a gift, an innocent gesture, to hopefully make a little girl feel special. What we received was another little piece of innocense lost. And here I am, a melodramatic mother, crying about yet another fantasy her daughter has grown out of.
After the familiar dancing, laughing, fits and fights the girls finally wind down and fall asleep. My husband and I thought it would be nice if we shared with this young girl what we have done for our children regarding The Tooth Fairy. We print out a certificate, add some fancy hand-writing of 'Congratulations', 'Good job', stuff like that, then fold it up nicely with a dollar bill and slip in under the pillow while we remove the plastic bag with the tooth in it. Sweet and simple.
As I was making the switch this young girl rustled. I quickly dropped to my knees and stayed quiet until I felt the coast was clear. Whew. Being on Tooth Fairy duty can be risky.
The next morning, after breakfast, my daughter and her friend asked me to come talk with them in the Living Room. My daughter pats the couch cushion beside her as a gesture of "Sit next to me Mom". After I sit down I ask 'What's up?'. My daughter says "I know you're the Tooth Fairy Mom". Wha'???
I look at her friend who has a huge smirk on her face. My daughter says "It's OK Mom. Really." I had to look away. I was just so sad. And pissed. I turned back to hear this friend say "I saw you. I was awake." *smirk*smirk*
My head was flooded with 'What do I say?' and 'How do I recover?' My daughter said, "Mom, really, think about it. A little fairy? Trying to carry a huge molar?" I know. I know. And I'm sure that my oldest has known for quiet some time. The thing that gets me, what makes me livid, is that her friend ratted me out.
My husband and I had a guest in our home and since she was going through a bit of a transition we thought we would extend a courtesy, share something fun that we do as a family, with this young girl. And what does she do? She shares what she knows with my daughter.
I had to walk away. I was just so sad. I knew I was being unreasonable, but I was so mad. I went to my husband and told him what happened. He was sad too. He said "Well, we had a good run."
We extended a gift, an innocent gesture, to hopefully make a little girl feel special. What we received was another little piece of innocense lost. And here I am, a melodramatic mother, crying about yet another fantasy her daughter has grown out of.