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Mom Is The Tooth Fairy Real?

I’ve dreaded hearing those words for a few years now and dodged the question the last time my daughter asked.  Well I didn’t dodge it exactly, I answered her truthfully when she asked “Mom, are you the Tooth Fairy?”  No honey, I am not the Tooth Fairy.  It was the follow-up question I dodged…”is Dad the Tooth Fairy?”  To which I answered, you will have to ask your dad that question.  This brings us to the latest lost tooth, she asked her Dad the question.

Now I don’t know how other men would have answered this question but my husband did what my husband does…”honey can you come in here?”  Yep when faced with an uncomfortable question he calls me to deal with it.  So there I am in her room with her father, it’s now passed her bedtime, and this time I’m faced with the very pointed question…”Mom is the Tooth Fairy real?”  This question was followed up by her stating ”if she’s not real just tell me, I won’t be offended.”  Where did my baby girl go?  With no way to dodge it, after all I promised her she could ask me anything and I wouldn’t lie to her, I told her the truth – No honey, Daddy is the tooth fairy (not above driving the proverbial bus over my hubby) – love you honey

She looked relieved and disappointed at the same time.  She was smiling but her eyes were tearing as she said yeah I wondered but don’t worry, I still believe in Santa.  That statement was almost worst because I think she was trying to assure herself as much as she was me.  Once one falls the others aren’t far behind.  Then the little stinker says well if you want you can just give me the money, you don’t have to slip it under my pillow.  We told her if it wasn’t under her pillow she wouldn’t get anything and if she told her brother the tooth fairy wouldn’t come visit her at all if she lost any more teeth – fixed that problem!

Our story doesn’t in there…if you recall from other posts our tooth fairy is well…a bit tardy and yep forgot to show up AGAIN!!!  Now in our defence we had guests coming over and had a lot of things we needed to get done before they arrived – I got busy and forgot to leave a note on the bathroom mirror and well no note meant no tooth fairy.  The next morning she came out of her room holding up the tooth purse, smiles at me and says ‘Daddy Fairy failed again.’  Nice…

For me as her mom, the hardest part of this is realizing my baby girl isn’t a baby any more.  She came and sat on my lap as she told me that at least now she wouldn’t be one of the only ones in her class that still believed in the tooth fairy.  Apparently the kids in class took a poll, after seeing how a couple were made fun of for saying yes, when the got to her she answered that she preferred to keep that to herself….which is what prompted the question.  I told her I understood how she must feel and just don’t want her to grow up to fast on me.  She just smiled really big and said to me not to worry she wont ask me about Santa…again with the pain in my heart…to which I simply replied…Don’t!!