At the restaurant, I was having a great time chatting with my friend and eating delicious Eggplant Parmigiana. I checked my messages before we headed off to the movie theater.
I had one message from my daughter. In a really really whiny voice she said...
"Mom, I need special medicine to put on my scars, cause I don't like them, I can' t stop picking them, so I need special medicine to put on um, and Bud lost his tooth while eating ice cream at school report night, and he swallowed it, so give him some money under his pillow, even though the tooth isn't there... IF you're the Tooth Fairy."
I felt a little sad and guilty hearing E talk about her scars. What she is referring to is a nervous habit she has of picking spots on her skin. We've been dealing with this on and off for a few years now. Not going to worry about it while out to dinner.
Next sad and guilty feeling came when I realized I missed T's first tooth coming out, by seconds! Oh well, I know I can't be there for everything. I put the guilt aside. I was having fun, damn it.
As I was driving home, at midnight, the real guilt hit me. OH CRAP! This was T's first tooth. For E, I had been prepared for the tooth falling out. I had a sweet book about the Tooth Fairy which came with a pretty little purple velvet pouch (kinda like a mini Crown Royal pouch) that I had ready to put under her pillow when her first tooth fell out. I knew for a week that T's tooth was loose and I still didn't prepare. If I just gave him money, E was surely going to tell T about the book and special pouch. Oh, dear. I'm such a bad mama.
So I stopped at the only store open all night, a convenience store, and searched the aisles for something, something...
Perfect, a bubble gum container, I wrote his name on it, stuck money in it and under his pillow it went.