The First Tooth Farewell 🦷✨

A milestone I wasn’t quite ready for - but she was.

One of my daughters lost her first tooth this week. Yes, JUST ONE. It wasn’t dramatic. No apples or strings tied to doorknobs. It had been hanging on for about a week, which meant shifts in what we were eating and constant wiggling. But I went to pick her up from camp...she was beaming. And I knew it!

The Tooth That Made Me Pause

In the chaos of twin mom life, school drop-offs, snack negotiations, “sharing” battles - I didn’t expect a tooth to stop me in my tracks. But there it was. Tiny, white, and suddenly so symbolic.

This wasn’t just a baby tooth. It was the end of her babyhood.

She Was Ready Before I Was

She showed that little wiggle to everyone in the week leading up to losing it....from the grocery store cashier to her sister (a very invested audience). She counted down the days like it was Christmas.

She wasn’t scared (well, maybe a little). She was proud.

That night, we tucked the tooth under her pillow, with a whisper of excitement (and a bit of dread, when she proclaimed that she hoped the Tooth Fairy would bring her real makeup).

The Note I Wrote (and the Dollar I Sparkled)

Because I’m me, I glittered the dollar. I wrote a rhyming note in the tiniest handwriting I could muster (because the Tooth Fairy is so small, isn't her writing?). I sprinkled a little magic and maybe a tear or two.

It wasn’t just about her tooth. It was about how she’s growing up. Slowly, quietly, beautifully.

We gifted a special box to be placed next to her bed moving forward (because there is NO WAY I want to try to find a tooth ~48 times while trying to keep them asleep!

I was nervous to fetch the tooth and leave the note - but one look at her sleeping face and I couldn't help but wonder how we got here so fast?

Twin Milestones, One at a Time

With twins, milestones can feel like races—who crawls first, who talks first, who loses a tooth first. But I’ve learned to honor each moment as its own. This was her moment. Her gap-toothed grin. Her leap into big-kid life.

Her sister celebrated right alongside her (and maybe checked her own teeth 14 times that day).

Final Thoughts: It's Just a Tooth… Until It Isn't

These are the days that pass without warning. One minute, you’re cleaning purée off the walls. The next, you’re tucking a tiny tooth into a box and wondering when she stopped needing help brushing it.

Losing a tooth is small but it’s also proof that time is moving, and so is she.