Yesterday, my daughter lost her first baby tooth, after much wiggling, fretting, excitement, and general carrying-on. The whole household rejoiced with our last “baby” as she seems to be growing up very quickly all of a sudden. Happy for her, but there is a bittersweet feeling as a parent as you watch that little one bloom into the young lady that God has planned for her to be. Here is a very poorly lit picture of the momentous moment and the tooth gap. (Why is it you can never find the camera at these moments? Thank goodness for computer cams)
She is now fixated on the new “big girl” tooth that will be coming in; checking the mirror, asking me if I see it yet. She has lost a tooth, but she will find a new one. What is lost is found. I was lost, but now I’m found. Thank you, Jesus, for finding me when I was lost, and giving me new life. Thank you also for the gift of watching old things become new, everyday, all around me. Old teeth fall out, new ones come in. Old caterpillars burst forth into new beautiful flying butterflies. I feel joyful this morning watching Amy’s excitement, and I am so thankful for that.