I’ve discovered something in the “yucky” category that I can’t handle about motherhood. I’ve changed diapers, wiped snot with my bare hand, cleaned poop off a wall and have been peed on.  But this… this I can’t handle.

Loose teeth. Delaney lost her second one today. Actually, she yanked it out of her jaw bone with her bare hands. And me?  I asked her to please do it in another room and let me know when it was all over.

She’s been wiggling that thing for weeks and I even enjoyed wiggling it with my fingertips, but when it really started leaning right out of its hole, I simply got the heebie jeebies!

For some reason, she decided today was the day and stood next to me pulling and pulling on it. I really could not look! It was this gut reaction, like a reflex turned my head despite my motherhood instinct to be present to this big moment in Delaney’s life.  Finally, I had to ask her to leave the room!

Do I have to resolve myself to missing out on every ‘tooth falling out’ moment with my girls? Or is this something I let them experience all on their own?

All I can say is… Bleh.