Celebrating Year Six: The End of an Era

I am a mess, ready to burst into nostalgic tears.

I am now the mother of a six-year-old.

That isn’t the exact reason I am a mess.

It is because at 3 PM Tuesday, this was my big six-year-old…

That perfect baby teeth smile.

Before we went to the dentist…

….and this was my big six-year-old two hours later…

The loss of the perfect baby teeth smile.

Notice something missing? One era ends, the dental/orthodontic/tooth fairy one begins…

The first tooth loss should not require a dentist.

The reason for dental intervention: his permanent tooth didn’t get the memo to push out the baby tooth and decided to sneak in behind.

Much like mourning the end of the toothless baby grin (and accepting the days of letting your child teethe on your fingers is a thing of the past), I am lamenting the loss of my son’s perfect baby-toothed grin (and realizing orthodontic procedures will likely be in our future).

Holding his hand while he was introduced to the horrors of the Novocain shot did not help matters, nor did the price tag on the ten minute procedure.

Have I mentioned lately how I HATE the dentist?

Five minutes after the procedure he fully recovered, dancing around celebrating his first tooth loss.

The second is already loose, which I admit is better than the alternative of second dental visit.

While I love having my big boy, I will spend the rest of this week secretly sobbing at the beginning of this particular, very permanent milestone.

I’m trying to distract myself by celebrating his 6th birthday doing activities that were impossible with his younger self.

Following the tooth extraction, he wanted to go to karate (normally he will whine and wish to do other things), because he wanted to show everybody he’d lost a tooth.

And he did show EVERYBODY. Parents, instructors, other kids.

My mother and I watched as he focused—doing one of his better classes. At the end, he received his orange belt (we’d missed the promotion ceremony…. see Friday’s activity below).

This is then celebrated by doing his belt level’s board break.

He loves board breaking and nailed his the first try.

In lieu of going to the promotion ceremony that Friday, we took the opportunity to have rare Special Mommy Time Without Little Sister, thanks to my mother’s visit.

My six-year-old roller skating for the first time.

Not pictured here: the rolling guide rail vital to building skating confidence… and speed.

First, we went shopping… for roller skates. My thirteen-year-old roller blades died a few years ago (may they RIP) and with two young children, I didn’t bother replacing them.

My son, intrigued at seeing me roll in wheels (as was my wish), immediately wanted a pair to try on.

Less than an hour later, we were at a roller rink and he skated for the first time—fully decked out in elbow and knee pads, wrist guards, and a helmet—conveniently sold together with his new skates.

I honestly expected more whining, but other than demands for a snack and “my feet hurt” at the end, he was a natural.

Granted, he was often aided by the overpriced rental of the rolling guide bar (enabling him to go much faster), but he frequently shed the aid when a favorite song came on (such as Gangnam Style).

We even did the Hokey Pokey and the limbo—to the exact songs I remember doing it to as child.

He found the Hokey Pokey hilarious and managed not to wipe out while “you shake it all around”—amazing given we’d been in skates for about five minutes.

Meanwhile—we hit another and less nostalgic milestone on Monday:

The third round of bowling--my six-year-old was unstoppable.

The final frame allowed me to redeem myself… a bit.

My son beat me in bowling. By four points: 104 to 108.

Bowling was a huge hit.

Our second time bowling…ever. My son was unstoppable, playing three games, while Lil Diva played two full ones. During this time, Lil Diva set a record for SLOWEST BALL ROLL because there wasn’t a guide rail to roll the ball down and she refused to let me give the ball an extra push.

He had a strike and two spares and had it not been for my lucky spare plus nine in the final frame, he would have creamed me.

We celebrated by baking cupcakes to take to school the next day.

I’m so proud of my big six-year-old.

But is there any way to keep the teeth for a few more years?

(Side note: I just realized… the tooth fairy forgot to come last night… I’m so not ready for this era.)

What milestone turns you nostalgic?

About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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7 Responses to Celebrating Year Six: The End of an Era

  1. Katie says:

    Looks like a fun couple of days! I’m notoriously bad at bowling. The first time I ever bowled (at age 10), I scored a 7. And yes, that was over 10 frames. Sadly I haven’t gotten THAT much better in the intervening 20+ years.

    I’m still holding out hope that my kids won’t need any major orthodonia. I never did and neither did my brother or Albert. There are other health issues in our family history, but good teeth is definitely a plus!

  2. Annie says:

    Happy Birthday, Tackler! I’m SO ready for Taz to lose his gray tooth – the one he bumped three different times. That thing is in there solid. Pretty stubborn. 😉
    As far as major ortho work goes, Speedy has $5,000 worth of metal in his mouth right now and we’ve been told the Dictator will need the same. Neither Doc nor I ever needed braces so it’s a bit surprising. *sigh* We could have taken a couple of really killer vacations on that mouth money. 😉

    • At least the gray tooth isn’t permanent.

      I’m waiting for the outcry over the joke that dental insurance is. It is seriously frakked up and needs to be brought into the current century.

      It was scary what they charged to pull one tiny, baby tooth–a “ten-minute procedure”.

      Of course, his five minute ear tube operation was even worse.

      Lots of vacations…

  3. Tech had to have EVERY tooth extracted. Cha-CHING. This Friday, we go to the orthodontist. Yup. I’m pretty sure braces are imminent. Poor thing. I hope to see my son’s perfect smile again in 2017.

    • EVERY tooth? I didn’t know that was genetically possible…

      My brother had braces. He now has the perfect smile.

      Meanwhile, my parents decided my sister and I could live without them. I believe the dentist thought otherwise…

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