The Tooth Fairy Saga Conclusion

A few days ago, the Tooth Fairy was horrified. Mortified. She had messed up, yet again.

The Tooth Fairy, you see, was one of the most forgetful, imperfect fairies in fairy kingdom. She was tired all the time, but can you blame her? She was a morning person with a night job, responsible for all of the children of teeth-losing age who believed in her. And well, she liked to sleep at night. So (as it turns out, from numerous accounts told by parents) she tended to forget a tooth here and there, a child here and there, usually several a night. But she did make an effort to visit all of the children who had lost their very first teeth—they were the bright-eyed, hopeful ones who looked forward to the evidence of her visits with innocent excitement and expectation. The older children? They just wanted the money. And they tended to gradually stop believing in her, choosing to believe that their parents played the role of Tooth Fairy instead.

As if.

But three days ago, she missed one. And then the story got blasted all over the internet through a blog and social media. Thankfully (just this once), the mother took part of the blame (of course, though, by claiming that she was the Tooth Fairy). In his note to her, the boy she missed said he thought she kept a mini-cam in his nose to see when teeth came out, but that she had to repair it each time he picked his nose. Ha!!! As if she would have time and resources for that on top of trading teeth for money? Quite an imagination, kid.

That night, the Tooth Fairy stole into the house as the child’s mother was letting the big, not-so-scary Rottweiler out the back door while the kids were sleeping. She didn’t find the boy where she expected to find him, in his room. No, this mother allowed her children to fall asleep in front of the television that night, which was still on. She crept up beside the child, who had conveniently put his tooth in a tooth pillow made just for the occasion. This particular one had to be nearly 40 years old—she remembered when his mother used it for her lost teeth! He also had the note he had written to her next to it, sweet boy. Praying she wouldn’t awaken him (the Tooth Fairy is, after all, a servant of God), she stole away the tooth and the note and slipped a $5 bill into the pillow in its place. Seriously, $5. Thankfully, not all households thought she gave this much money away. If so, she’d be bankrupt in a night!

At the end of the night (which meant it was the next morning), bone- and wing-weary, the Tooth Fairy thought again about the boy. And she did what she had never done before. She snuck back into the house—this time, through a small hole in the bricks wasps sometimes use and were kind enough to show her—to watch the child’s reaction when he awoke and found she had come. It was worth it. The child was overjoyed, and immediately he picked up the money and ran, feet stomping hard, down the hallway to show his mother. (She wasn’t there, though; she was already awake and in the bathroom.) The Tooth Fairy could hear her calling when his mother heard his footsteps, and watched her expression when, just before she left the bathroom and came to see what her son wanted, she took a moment to hide a smile on her face. Almost as if she knew—knew the Tooth Fairy had been there, had come through at last for her son.

Boy in pajamas holding a $5 bill

Well, that’s about it
That’s the end of the story …
So thank you
And goodnight*

*Italicized text quoted from “Oblio’s Return,” a narration at the end of the 1971 Harry Nilsson album The Point, one I grew up with that’s a favorite of mine (despite the fact that Nilsson was admittedly tripping on acid when he came up with the idea for the album!).

The Continuing Saga of the Tooth Fairy

Yesterday, I had a mom fail. A huge one. The tooth fairy forgot to come and trade my son’s first lost tooth for money.

My son was devastated. Like, sobbing and crawling up in my lap devastated. And I felt horrible. I blogged about it. After I blogged, the Tooth Fairy Saga continued…

Yesterday afternoon we went to lengths to ensure that the tooth fairy did not forget my son again. He asked his older sister how the tooth fairy is supposed to know when he loses a tooth, and she gave him a rather, well, unconventional answer: apparently, the tooth fairy has installed a mini-cam in his nose that extends down to his mouth and watches his teeth. Prepared with that knowledge, he wrote the tooth fairy a note.

Six-year-old boy holding handwritten note.

Let me give you a close-up of that note:

Handwritten note that says, “Tooth fairy you forgot my tooth. My sister said you put a mini-cam up my nose and when I pick my nose you will repair it. I love you! P.S. Please come tonight!

There’s no other way to say this than with emoticons: 😂😂😂

At the suggestion of a dear friend, I also posted my own note to the tooth fairy along with these pictures on my Facebook account. After all, perhaps my daughter is wrong about the mini-cam? Perhaps the tooth fairy uses social media instead.

It’s now 7:42 a.m. on Saturday and my son has still not awaken, but something tells me the tooth fairy remembered him this time. We shall see tomorrow, with the Conclusion of the Tooth Fairy Saga…

Mom Fail

So, I had a major mom fail today. Actually, last night. My son lost his first tooth yesterday, something he’s been waiting on with anticipation.

Boy with missing tooth holding Ziploc bag that says “1st lost tooth” (the tooth is in the bag).

He put the tooth under his pillow and eagerly awaited the tooth fairy, who had just come to our house last week for his big sister’s molar. But the tooth fairy didn’t come.

Let me repeat that. THE TOOTH FAIRY DIDN’T COME.

Sad boy lying on a couch with a heart-shaped pillow behind him.

In other words, mom slept really well last night and it didn’t even dawn on her (me) to get up, steal away the tooth, and put cash under his pillow instead. And when his little feet came down the hall to tell me this morning and he came in crying—crying!—because he was so disappointed, I felt like the Worst. Mom. Ever.

I was really, really tempted to just blow the whole thing and tell him [SPOILER ALERT] that I’m the tooth fairy and I forgot, but it’s the first tooth he has lost. I couldn’t quite take that childhood rite of passage/fantasy away from him like that. Instead, I consoled him by holding him, telling him we’ll write a note to the tooth fairy to make sure she (or he, since Dwayne Johnson plays a reluctant one in the 2010 movie Tooth Fairy) knows he lost it. And I let him use the special tooth pillow my aunt made me when I was a kid losing teeth (the heart-shaped, Winnie-the-Pooh pillow behind him, above) to make the tooth easy for the tooth fairy to find.

There is one thing that redeems me as a mother in all of this, though. I love my child. I may not have completed what he expected and wanted to happen—yet—but I love him. And because of that, I care for him and will take care of him throughout the day and into the night, when I plan to fulfill my role as household tooth fairy.

Thinking of that brought to mind God’s love for me—for us—and the fact that his love never fails. He always loves us, always will love us, and always cares for us.

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever. (Psalm 136:1, ESV)

And better yet—God doesn’t forget us. He isn’t so busy that he forgets to do something in our lives and has to feel the remorse that I felt when I failed my child. I think sometimes we feel like God has forgotten us, because he seems distant or our prayers are seeming to go unanswered. But when we’re feeling like that, we need to keep two things in mind: God’s timing is incredibly different than ours, and he has a plan for us.

With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day. (2 Peter 3:8, NIV)
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28, NIV)

Even if my son knew that I was the tooth fairy, I doubt he’d think that because I failed to complete my task it was proof I didn’t love him. Don’t ever doubt that God doesn’t love you, either—he hasn’t forgotten you. He loves you, and he longs for you to love and trust him in return. Trust in his love for you, in his plans for you. His love never fails.