The Tooth Fairy

The other day I took the littles out of preschool for a fun day at the park.  We just had a new one installed near the house and they wanted to try it out.  So, we packed lunch and a blanket and settled ourselves in for the afternoon.  And then MadHatter tried to jump down from the second story.  She would have made it had her chin just cleared the ledge.  She didn't hurt herself too much - but it did make her tooth bleed and cut her chin a bit.  Nothing major.  But to make it all feel a bit better I told her we would write a letter to the tooth fairy when we got home and let her know that we weren't ready to lose our tooth just yet.

We walked in the door and before I could even get Stinkerbells hands and feet washed so she could climb in bed for her nap, I had a pen and paper shoved at me saying that we had to do the letter.  Right now.  Before the Tooth fairy showed up and took her tooth.  I told her that the Tooth Fairy wouldn't show up until she was asleep.  She does her best work at night and as a fairy, can't be seen by humans.  She didn't budge.  We had to write and mail the letter.  Right now.

So we did.

We sent her a note explaining what happened and how she would like to keep her tooth until it fell out on its own.  We addressed it, made a stamp for it and put it out in the mailbox (I didn't have the heart to tell her we don't have a real mailman).  Her anxiety was soothed and we had a great day.

And then we waited for a reply.

And last night it came.

She woke up this morning with an envelope beside her bed.  With her name on it.  She promptly woke her sister up. (Of course, why wake up Mom when you can wake up your little sister and show her that you have something that she doesn't?)  She ripped open the envelope and promptly brought it downstairs for me to read to her.  Because she still had no idea what it was or who it was from.  But she did have a good guess.

And so we read it.  And she smiled, bigger and bigger, as I read what the Tooth Fairy had to say.  She was very happy when she was told she could keep the tooth.  She smiled wide when I read the part about how the Tooth Fairy was proud of her pearly whites and her brushing habits.  And she said that she can't wait to see what surprise she has in store for her when her first tooth finally falls out.  But that will be "years and years, right Mom?"

She is at that perfect age.  The age that I can work all of my Momagic.  She truly believes, which makes me believe in the power of magic.  Even while she is questioning me about the how's, the where's and the why's of it all, she is looking up at me with those eyes, begging and pleading for me not to break the spell.  She is at the age where I get to relive my childhood through her.  And she is my little helper because she weaves these magic tales into her too-young-to-really-understand sisters life.  The little sister that would never question that a fairy visited us in the middle of the night.

I don't know who loved getting the letter from the Tooth Fairy more - me or MadHatter.  I just know that I don't ever want the magic to end.  And I know it will. So for now, I will do my part and I want them to keep doing theirs.  Their only job.  Their only part.  Being kids.