My middle boy, Luke, is about to lose his first tooth. He has been waiting for this moment for many months. He so desperately wants to be a big boy. When we realized yesterday that his tooth was loose, he declared that he needed to call his friends and family to tell them. I told him to wait until the tooth came out and we could send pictures. All night he wiggled the tooth. His excitement for this big moment in his world is so fun and precious. I so love watching it.
Before I settled into bed last night, I checked on Brayden. I starting thinking about Luke's excitement and how much I want that for Brayden. He shows NO excitement. We say he likes something if he is relaxed and content. He does not smile, laugh, squeal because he is excited or happy. Yes he does smile (what seems like only a couple of times a month) but not for real reason, at least apparent to us. Once a doctor told me that he could have "smiling" seizures but I ignored that and still think he is smiling for some reason.
I want Brayden to experience excitement and joy. Selfishly I want to see it, I want to know when he does.
When the time comes for Brayden to lose his first tooth, I will be praying for him not to swallow it and choke on it.