Today marked a small milestone. Small in stature but large in meaning. Today, my youngest child lost his first tooth. This is yet another in the long series of “the last of the first.” The last first day of kindergarden, the last time to use a booster seat, the last time they say mommy or daddy before they slip into mom or dad. So many of these, many of them bittersweet, many of them welcome (the last time you change a diaper), each with its own personality or flavor.
You grow older and watch your kids grow bigger and stronger and a small part sometimes screams out bringing on the feeling of wanting to hold them in your arms again. Most of the time this is short-lived as they discover something new and you swell with pride as they go to their first dance or they ride without training wheels for the first time.
Somebody remind me about all this in 15 or 20 years as my kids graduate and start families of their own.
