So after lots of wiggling, my eldest son recently lost his second tooth. I’m told that fairies use them to build their castles. How enchanting…
Swept up with the spirit of such possibilities, I rolled-out my newly-created fairy-custom: pound, poem, organza bag – all propped up against our fairy door (read my previous blog all about it here). Whilst this probably won’t surprise you, my heart sank a little when I got his response.
He came down to breakfast the next morning and I asked him if the tooth fairy had been. It was the second time now that I’ve heard the line: “yeah, I got a pound”. Er, “did she leave you a note?”…. “Yes”…. “What did it say?”…. “I can’t remember”….. [husband interjects]: “Did you read it?”…. [the final shut down]: “Er…. What’s for breakfast?”. On the tip of my tongue: “How about your muesli in fairy tears?”. Some things are best left unsaid.
Now I know I may sound like I’m taking my bat home here, but my motivation for my self-styled tooth fairy custom is waning and I’m conscious that it’s only tooth two. I’m not sure how it’s going to go for tooth three. I’m contemplating no poem (is that over-reacting?), and saving the creative juices for son two (…the pressure on him, poor thing). Then at least I’ll get to see whether the absence of a poem for son one has an impact – or if it’s even noticed.
So the issue now with son one is that without a little poetry-pzazz, tooth fairy visits will have all the sentimentality of a science study: a tooth-pound exchange. Exactly what I wanted to avoid. I’m also unsure about where this is going… will I end up cutting out the middle man (or should I say ‘fairy’) and just doing a bank transfer by ‘tooth ten’? Is this just the age-old tension between growing-up and staying young? May be, but he’s only just turned seven. Surely there’s time for that later – with computer games, smelly feet and everything else that apparently is coming our way?
We need the tooth fairy, as much as we need Father Christmas. If we lose the magic, surely we lose a bit childhood?
But then again, maybe he’s just not that into it.