Hugh, my 5 year old, lost his first tooth today. Momentous occasion, however, he didn't even know he lost it and doesn't know where it is. We were just sitting at the dinner table, I looked over and noticed a gap in his mouth. Normally, a situation like this, I would be calling everyone I know sharing this event. However, I feel slightly embarrassed. How could he have lost a tooth and not only did I not immediately notice, I cannot find it? How long has it been gone? More than a day? A Week??? I feel like a terrible mom.
Early this morning, 4 am, I stumbled upon an article about Derek Miller, the Canadian blogger, dying of cancer, who wrote his final post. His own obituary. He wrote about missing out. How we can plan how we want things to work out but we can't expect them to work out.
I have to remind myself that it if I worry too much about how things are suppose to be, or how they are suppose to go, I am missing out. I am keeping the dream. The vision. But I am losing what is real. Real moments I will not get back.
I am a perfectionist. Hugh losing his first tooth wasn't the perfect way I had envisioned it. But, I can't imagine it happening any other way.
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